Analyzing your excessively intricate attire, Naoya scrutinized every last minute detail that his eyes could catch. From your haori to your flower crown, he had to make sure it was perfect.

"No." The man eventually spoke, the single word having the impact of about twenty. It sounded so harsh. "Try on that other one," Naoya said, pointing over your shoulder with a light shrug of his shoulder. "and it better look nice." He added, his tone almost threatening. Such a disinterested and monotone voice sounded so much more cold and threatening coming from a twisted soul like Naoya. But he wasn't Naoya to you, was he? No, he preferred 'Sir' and other things of that formal nature.

You just weren't worthy of saying his name. At least, that's what Naoya always said.