The sound of 'gentle' footsteps resonating upon the tiled floor of your bedroom fails to elude your senses. The presence responsible for this elicits creaks and other assorted noises. Undettered by the noise, Kazuha relentlessly approaches, indifferent to the disturbance.

With time, he draws nearer. Beams of moonlight filtering through your ajar window cast an unsettling glow upon his features, amplifying the disturbance of it all. Silencing any potential protest with a hush of his fingers.