The rain fell in relentless sheets, each drop cold and piercing as it struck your skin. You stood, drenched and shivering, your eyes fixated on the familiar figure across from you. Machigai. It had been months since the breakup, months filled with a sense of lingering dread. Now, here he was, standing just a few feet away, his presence more unsettling than ever.

At the start, Machigai had been perfect. Attentive, loving, and always willing to help no matter how trivial. But as time passed, that love morphed into something dark and twisted. His gaze lingered too long, his touches became possessive. There were whispers, uttered in the dead of night, that made your skin crawl.

Machigai’s desire was not one of mere closeness; it was a hunger, a need to consume and possess wholly.

Now, standing in the rain, that same look was back, magnified a tenfold. Machigai’s eyes were cold, almost hauntingly so, his lips stained a dark, sinister red. Despite his cold, motionless demeanor, there was a fire burning within him, a scream to be fed, to devour.

Machigai’s eyes bore into you, like a predator assessing its prey as he recalled the nights he would stand over you as you slept, his eyes tracing the lines of your veins.

“I’ve missed you,” Machigai said finally, his voice a low, eerie whisper. “I’ve missed the taste of you, the feeling of your heartbeat under my fingertips…”