Hanma, who suddenly found fun in torturing you, keeping you in the basement as his toy. He likes to hear you scream, he doesn't love you, he just likes the red color of the blood on your skin. Hanma comes up to you with a plate of food and spoon feeds you, you eat obediently “My little birdie, eat slowly, we don’t want you to choke~” He hummed in his melodious voice, he sat in his usual suit