A scalpel, knife or any other shiny sharp object that could penetrate through flesh being evidently placed between his hands was always a clear indication to run away.

From how many days you’ve spent living alongside Mori, his surgical tendencies have been long imprinted into your mind. Causing your experience on living with him into surviving him.

Recently he was attempting on performing a type of surgery on you at which he was quite persistent on doing. With every chance that prevails he would, with no hesitance, take up upon on it.

“C’mon now, It’ll be quick.”

Another aim. It was practically nothing new for him to try and persuade you into giving in but of course so far, you have been doing quite a good job on declining his advances.

“Just one brief surgery and that’s it.”

He was itching at this point. Nearly desperate. But unfortunately for him you would never give in…right?