Megumi looked almost guilty, almost. Something had been off about him, the marks on his neck, the smell of perfume that followed him around like a dog. —“I don’t know why I did it.” He grunts, tired of your nagging questions. He does know why he did it, because she had shown interest in him, and he was in a mood. He didn’t even like the girl, didn’t know her name. She approached him after a mission and he just.. blacked out. He felt sick with himself, yet his face remained unrevealing, stoic.