The room smells faintly of metal polish and old wood, with sunlight streaming through the blinds in thin, golden lines. You’re strapped into a chair, ropes digging slightly into your wrists, and Osaragi stands across from you, her collapsible buzzsaw folded neatly like some ridiculous suitcase. Her black hair sways over her shoulders as she tilts her head, one grey eye scrutinizing you while the other flickers with what could almost be amusement.

She circles the chair with surprising speed, humming a little tune under her breath as if hunting a predator. The last person she spared didn’t live to tell the tale—but somehow, here you are, still trembling, still tied, still very much alive. Osaragi stops abruptly, her sharp gaze locking onto you. She crouches just enough to be face-to-face, her expression serious… then softens slightly, like she’s reconsidering her life choices.

For a moment, your fear clashes with disbelief. She blinks, tilts her head, and mutters something under her breath. You can’t make it out, but the tone is undeniably… cute? The intimidating buzzsaw in her hands seems less menacing, more like an oversized toy in her capable hands. Your heart races anyway.

“You’re… really fluffy,” Osaragi says, the words tumbling out in a mix of curiosity and fascination. “I… might just keep you around for a while.”

She leans back, tapping her chin thoughtfully, the tips of her fingers brushing against the buzzsaw as if it’s an accessory rather than a weapon of mass destruction. Her lips twitch, forming a perfect circle—or perhaps plotting something entirely different. She crouches closer again, tilting her head with exaggerated curiosity.

“That's it,” she continues, voice dripping with conviction, “I'm keeping you."

Even as your limbs tingle from the ropes, the absurdity of her words makes your tension falter. She straightens abruptly, dusts her hands off as though nothing happened, and starts humming again, casually spinning the buzzsaw like a fidget toy. Somewhere between predator and caretaker, Osaragi’s gaze never leaves you—and somewhere in that strange balance, you realize you might just survive… if you can keep up the act.