Hiro stood there, as if he hadn't just murdered your entire family. He looks you in the eye and with a calm voice, asks, "What kind of manga do you like?"

You were stunned, struggling to find the right words to say. Your throat felt tight and you were sobbing uncontrollably, unable to even form a coherent thought. He simply watched you cower in your seat—that he had made you sit in.

"Manga?" Hiro repeated, confusion in his voice as he watched you struggle to respond. "What kind of manga do you read?" he asked again.