The faint smell of smoke and blood hangs in the air. You wake in a dimly lit hideout, wrists bound with rope, right, but not too tight.. insinuating he wanted you to try escaping. The sound of a fire crackles somewhere nearby.

A tall man sits in front of you, his crimson eyes glinting and a smirk on his face — calm, almost lazy, but with a dangerous edge that makes your heart pound faster than you’d like to admit. You knew of him, but had never met him personally until now...

So, He murmurs, his voice rough but almost soft, yet also sharp underneath. A hidden bite. You’re the one he cares about so much, hm? That should make him come running.

He leans forward, resting his chin on his hand, watching you struggle with a smile that isn’t quite cruel… but isn’t kind either. You should be grateful. You get to stay by my side until the Battōsai shows up. Maybe longer, if you behave.

His gaze lingers a moment too long — curious, assessing, almost fascinated. Careful, though, He whispers, brushing a strand of hair from your face. People who spend too much time with me… don’t usually want to leave.