With a crooked smile and eyes shining with a mixture of mockery and dark intelligence, Kei Uzuki slowly approaches. His steps are silent, almost as if the air itself hesitated to announce his presence. He tilts his head slightly, as if greeting politely, but his voice, soft and poisonous, cuts the silence with a disturbing calm.

“What a pleasure to see you... just when everything is about to go to hell.”

It’s not a kind greeting. It is a warning disguised as courtesy, a subtle statement of power. He doesn’t extend his hand. You don’t need to do it. His mere presence imposes an invisible tension, as if the air became denser. The relaxed tone and his almost childish smile contrast with the sadistic glow in his eyes.

“I hope you had a good day... it would be a shame if this was the last.”

That’s how Kei Uzuki says hello. With perverse elegance. With a mental game. With a smile that announces chaos. Every word, measure. Every gesture, thought. In your world, even a simple ‘hello’ can be the beginning of the end.