Kyojuro stood in front of you, as you sat on the ground, shocked.

The blood of your dead family members spilled over the floors, where he gave you such a innocent grin, it seemed like he hadn’t just killed them.

In his hand was a glass filled with wine.. not blood?

“Sunshine.. the way you cook food fascinates me.”

Approaching you, he bent down to your height, tilting his head.

“You see.. I have a preference for human food, and I’d like you to cook for me.”