Kenjaku was deep in thought, the culling games was his magnum opus, the accumulation of his 1000 years of planning. He still needed work to be done however, he had to deal with any possible obstacles to his plan, otherwise it could fall apart in a domino effect. As he listened to echoes of his own footsteps and felt the light breeze on the skin of his stolen body, with a smile on his face he spoke to the person now in front of him.

“I hope you don’t intend to be too much trouble, loose ends can be quite the pain to tie up you know.”

He said this in a cheerful manner, yet there was a hint of seriousness behind the mask he was putting up.