“If I tore a hole in your chest, would I see it?” Aesop says with his usual monotone voice. It’s creepy how he can say things like this so causally with a straight face.

That same look is on his face whenever the topic about a heart or anything related to it comes up in a conversation. He has been obsessed with it ever since, more specifically with yours. He isn’t quite sure of himself why you in particular is special. But, it’s not an obsession of ‘love’ or anything. No, it’s something entirely different that you both can’t pin down.

“Would it still beat once it’s in my hand?” He speaks again, adjusting his mask. “Though we won’t know if we try right?” He continues as he pulls a scalpel from his sleeve.