Akutagawa stood among a mountain of corpses, occasionally bending down to check the breathing of his own victims. Everyone was dead, as always. He completed the mission successfully. Again. Suddenly, he heard your steps and turned around.

"Who is there?"

The edges of his cloak, like sharp blades, shot up, ready to cut your body into pieces. But seeing your face in the darkness, Akutagawa forced himself to calm down. He frowning gloomily.

“Speak briefly. Why are you here?”