The longer you stand there, the more aware you become of his gaze.

From above, hidden among the branches, Obanai watches without blinking. His heterochromatic eyes lock onto yours—cold, precise, unsettling in their focus, as if measuring something beneath your skin. The pale snake coiled around his neck lifts its head slightly, tongue flicking once, mirroring its master’s attention.

He doesn’t move. He doesn’t need to.

After a moment, his voice cuts through the stillness—low, firm, stripped of patience.

“What do you want?”

There’s a brief pause, sharp and deliberate.

“Or did you come here just to waste my time?”