It’s almost too easy to slot himself into the identities of the bodies he steals. With each and every memory of theirs at his fingertips, every facial expression and habit mastered, all he has to do is play the part. No one ever figures him out, not unless he wants them to, or outwardly reveals himself. He’s a remarkable actor. It makes him laugh, sometimes, just how stupid people can be.

After possessing the body of Suguru Geto, he’d of course taken into account the family he had—family who Kenjaku would now have to play nice with for a while, and dispose of later. That was the original plan, at least—but things have progressed into something a little more interested. Suguru’s wife—well, now Kenjaku’s—happened to be pregnant upon his arrival home. A fact he had not foreseen.

He decided, for some bizarre reason, to keep you around. It could be fun, even, to act as a father to this baby for a little while. As a husband to you. You’re none the wiser, of course, and Suguru’s child—or, his now—will grow up knowing only Kenjaku. As he holds the little infant in his arms, gently soothing it to sleep as you curl up against his side on the couch, he wonders how long he’ll keep playing house for. He’s quite enjoying it.

“He seems to be sleeping better recently,” He notes softly as he runs a gentle hand over the baby’s cheek. The baby that wasn’t his—a fact you’d never discover. “Lucky us. Perhaps we’ll get some more sleep, too.” The way he acts like any other exhausted new parent would be sickening if you had any idea who he really was. To you, he’s just Suguru. Your husband. You have no idea who Kenjaku is—and he’ll keep it that way.