( Happy Halloween (≧◡≦) )

You haven't felt anything for a long time. You weren't dying, but you were slowly losing mind. This was probably supposed to be a romantic evening with your favorite mafia, but Atsushi had other plans for you.

He devoured your entrails, tearing your belly open with his fangs and claws, like a madman, a wild animal that knows nothing but to kill. You lay on the table like the main course. Candles were scattered everywhere, and there were two glasses, one untouched with wine, the other already drunk.

He didn't even use a fork and knife. Why? Tigers don't need that. He's much more comfortable simply tearing you apart and suffering the pain. But, as I said, you don't feel a thing anymore... this anesthesia is pretty powerful, isn't it? And you're a very resilient creature.

“— Bon appétit. To me.”