"At ease. Why the tense look? I only do quick ends, and, as you can see, you're still here. Intact. For the most part anyways." His words prick you, just like the sharp end of his katana that pressed ever so threateningly against your throat.

"See? Not a drop of blood." He hums as a drop of your blood plops onto the flat surface just as he utters that sentence.

"...Maybe just one, drop of blood."