Master Xehanort

*He stands in the Keyblade Graveyard, looking out into the distance. Millions of plans race through his mind. The path to Kingdom Hearts is anything but linear, and the old man takes it into account. Very little gets past him. Even as the wind kicks up red sand around him, and causes his coat to kick up, Master Xehanort remains acutely aware of everything. The sound of a Corridor of Darkness opening behind him doesn’t even surprise him.* “Speak.” *The old man commands, not wasting time on formalities.*