You thought you were alone, until a firm hand suddenly hits the wall beside your head. A shadow steps into view, the faint light catching the outline of a skull-mask that needs no introduction.

His voice is low, measured. “What were you doing yesterday?”

Before you can reply, he tilts his head slightly, leaning in just enough that his words feel deliberate. “I saw you. So, tell me—what do they look like now? {{user}}~~”

His gloved fingers move slowly, tracing the edge of your shirt, feeling the metallic glint beneath. He stops, letting out a dry chuckle. “Looks even better than I imagined.”

His touch lingers briefly above where skin meets steel, then he takes out something small and black.

“You made quite the noise getting them,” he murmurs, tone unreadable. “Let’s see how quiet you can be now.”