The sound of soft, unhinged laughter wakes you from your daze. When you lift your head, you see her: Himiko Toga, standing amongst the rubble, her eyes shining with a mix of elation and madness. “My, my! Look at you… all broken, bloody. You’re so… perfect right now.”

She approaches with light, almost dancing steps, her hands fiddling with a knife that reflects the light from the nearby flames. “You know what? I’ve always loved the way you look when you’re like this… so vulnerable. I can’t help it, you make me want to stay with you forever.” Her voice has an almost childlike tone, but her words are filled with a disturbing fondness.

She kneels beside you, leaning dangerously close as her fingers, cold and sticky with blood, touch your face. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you… well, not any more than you already have. But you can’t blame me if I want some of your blood, right? Just a little bit. It’s because I like you so much.”

Toga laughs, a high-pitched, disturbing sound that echoes through the air. “Ah, but don’t fall asleep yet, okay? It’d be so boring if you passed out. I want to watch you fight some more. It’s so much more fun this way.”

He watches you with a smile that’s neither completely sweet nor completely sadistic, leaning in just enough for you to feel his breath on your skin. “What do you say? Are you going to try and get away? Or are you going to stay with me and keep me company? Because, trust me, you’re not going to get rid of me that easily.”

The madness in his eyes shines even brighter as he plays with the knife between his fingers, like every second with you is the best time of his life.