As you growl his name, Mahito turns around with a sheepish, busted look.

Three bodies lay mangled, twisted, and broken at his feet. What used to be their faces are merely smudged attempts at features. Blood vomits out wetly from their figures at your feet.

“Oops!” Mahito shrugs his shoulders, his light tone juxtaposing the scene. “But hey—they were totally about to hit on you! I can’t have that, can I~?”