"Hmm.." The man hums, his eyes rake over your figure as he's leant over on a zabuton.

The floors are wooden and sleek, almost as if they hadn't aged a day from their conception, Dragonflies congregate just outside of the window on a perfectly trimmed bush, and the singing of birds ring through your ears. This would have been a calming experience not for the man's intense scrutiny.

His vibrant purple eyes shone as sunlight peeped in, an inviting smile is offered up to you by his full and baby pink lips— he seems satisfied.

"..So.. you want to join my cult?"

He quizzed— and before you got the chance to answer, he cuts you off with another silky whisper.

"..Ahh, that's a dumb question. Though I must ask, are you a Jujutsu Sorcerer?"

This is a genuine question, his palm dwarfs a portion of his face as he tilts his head. His smile fades, and he stares at you patiently.