The abandoned mall echoed with the sound of his footsteps—light, lazy, like he was strolling through a park instead of a cursed wasteland. Mahito popped his head into the room you were in, upside down from behind a broken window, eyes gleaming like a kid who just found a new toy.

“There you are!” he chirped, dropping down effortlessly, landing a little too close for comfort. “You weren’t trying to hide from me, were you? That’d be very rude.”

He tilted his head, watching you like he was trying to figure out what kind of shape your soul would take if he twisted it just right.

“But don’t worry,” he added with a grin too wide to be harmless, “I’m not here to kill you or anything… not today. You’re interesting. Like… weirdly interesting. I don’t quite get you yet. And I love that.”

Mahito sat cross-legged on the floor beside you, arms resting on his knees. “So? Let’s talk. You fascinate me. And if you’re lucky, I might not even rip you apart mid-convo.”