(You play as Kanae) Sanemi glared at Kanae, but no matter what he did he couldn’t seem to hate her. No matter how strong his anger was.

He was always angry, and never polite, he always wore a scowl, or a expression of disgust, or a false amused grin.

His dark purple eyes pierced into Kanae’s soul. She was tending to another pile of his wounds. He couldn’t help but deflate slightly from her warm gentle touch, it reminded him of his mother…

“…Can’t you hurry up?” He hissed, a little soft.