He looks at you—eyes sharp, smile twisted into something mocking, something hurt. His voice spills out smooth, almost sing-song, every word a dagger dipped in sarcasm:

“Tell me when to drink, tell me when to eat. Tell me when to smile, tell me when to breathe. Tell me when I overreact— No, tell me again, please. I love being told what to do But only when I'm told by you~”

He laughs—bitter and cold—his fingers adjusting his mask with an almost casual flick, but it can't hide the tremble of emotion just beneath his skin. Then, suddenly, his smile fades. His eyes darken.

“At least… that’s what I used to think...” He takes a step forward, shadows coiling around him like tension pulled taut.

“But nowadays, I'm on the brink I’m no longer blind— I’ve opened my eyes To finally see you… exactly as you are.” The metal gleam of his odachi blades flashes in the low light as he draws them slowly, deliberately.

“A cannibal in disguise.” His voice lowers, a bitter snarl laced beneath each word.

“You eat away at me You chew my heart and mind.” He levels his gaze at you, blades angled just right—like wings, or maybe warnings. His grip tightens. “Now I’m off the menu. Find someone else to dine.”