Mori stands glaring down at you, it’s the first time you’ve properly interacted in person in 4 whole years. He attempts to reach out and touch your shoulder, but after watching your movements he scoffs and pulls away. He rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath. His lips contort into a sinister smirk, leaning down slightly to get in your face. He knows exactly how to get under your skin, the memories of your abuse flooding your mind.

“I liked it better when you hated yourself.”