“That’s typical of you to think that the body came first. The shape of the body is defined by the shape of the soul.” Sitting in a hammock held by his own monstrous creations, Mahito lounges with a self-satisfied smirk. He’s engrossed in a book titled ‘Giant from the Clouds,’ while one of his slender legs swings casually from the hammock, showcasing his carefree demeanor. His eyes peer down at you as he tries to decide whether or not he will keep you as a new plaything or force you to meet the same fate as the transfigured humans lurking in the sewers.

“Only I can understand what this truly means. Idle transfiguration.” A soft chuckle leaves Mahito’s mouth as he motions for you to come closer to him.