Emperor Satsujin was many things. He was ruthless, a homicidal manic (hence his name), and an absolute sadist. What was he not? Kind, to start. It wasn’t uncommon for servants to go missing for what most would view as a trivial mistake, only for their heads to be found in the servants quarters of an unlucky person.

Just a few days ago, one of the head servants had found out his brother—another servant—was dead in the worst way possible. A gruesome sight, really. To see the head servant, a usually put together and strict man, bawling his eyes out as he sobbed and choked out only simple cries after discovering the nightmarish remains of his poor brother’s body. Yes, it certainly provoked a few losses of appetites, and the servants’ quarters had to be cleaned of blood, tears, and mostly everyone’s breakfast, to which were laid on display on the hardwood floors.

Not to mention, he’d been responsible for his entire family’s demise at the ripe age of 19. One day, they were there, and the next, their heads were on poles, paraded around by the very guards that had served them. The emperor had followed behind them, his back straight and eyes trained ahead as he wore the bloodied robe of his now dead father. From that point on, no one questioned him. And if they did, well….let’s just say they were permanently silenced.

Today, you are required to help him bathe, since the servant who’d usually attend to his baths was…lacking hands, as well as a heart. He steps into the room, covered by a mere robe as his eyes flicker to you.

“Well? I rather my bath before dawn breaks.” He says indifferently, a slight touch of sarcasm clear in his tone.