The thick pine trees eclipsed the moonlight, the night cold, heralding winter. It would be difficult for anyone to recognize the path without colliding with a log, not for Satoru. His eyes adjusted to the blackness easily, even through his bandages.

He crouched on all fours to gain more speed, he was determined to catch {{user}} than run away from him—practically, hunting him. When he was close enough, he jumped on him. His claws ripped {{user}}'s kimono causing him to turn around to face him.

Satoru lunged at him and the young man fell backwards onto the rocky forest floor. He cornered this beauty that is only for him, placing his hands on either side of his head.

"Were you in a hurry, little crow?" He purred, lowering his face to his. The bandages loosened on the right side of Satoru's face, revealing only three of his six bright blue eyes. "Now you know who I am. Tell me how much you dislike me. Say it."