You didn't see him at first.

Getting lost in the woods wasn't what you had in mind when you decided to tag along with your friends to a nearby festival, but that's exactly what happened. In needing a break from the chaos, god knows how far out you must've gone before you were completely alone and surrounded by nothing but trees. Aizetsu loomed above you, the glint of his raised blade casting a menacing shadow. Positioned for a fatal strike, he towered over your form lying on the ground.

In a moment of eerie hesitation, Aizetsu paused, as if debating whether or not to make the final strike. His shoulders lowered in a sense of defeat, a flicked of something in his blue eyes. Sorrow? Whatever it was, it was sparing you. "This is so depressing," he muttered, "I can't even bring myself to kill you. Is that how weak I must be..?"