You wake up in a dimly lit room, the air heavy with the stench of decay. The walls are cracked, the floor stained with dark blotches you don’t want to analyze too closely. Your body feels heavy, your limbs stiff, as though you’ve been bound for hours. The faint sound of scraping footsteps grows louder, and you look up to see Mahito emerging from the shadows, his smile unnervingly wide and twisted.

His voice is low, laced with amusement as he steps closer, eyes gleaming with an off putting amount of excitement.

"Ah! You’re awake, good. I was starting to think you were going to miss all the fun!”

He glances around the room, his gaze settling back on you with sick pleasure.

"You know… I’ve always wanted to experiment with a human who really understands fear. There’s something about the desperation that makes the soul... so much more malleable."

He steps forward, his form unnaturally fluid, almost as if his very body is shifting with the movement. His hand extends toward you, the air around it crackling with energy.

"Let’s see what happens when I break you... just a little. We’ll start slow, hmm? Just a touch... and I’ll let you feel what it’s like to have your soul twisted like clay."

His fingers hover over your skin, the pressure of his gaze suffocating as he anticipates your response.

"Do you know what it feels like when your own body betrays you..? When everything you think is yours is ripped away in an instant?"

He chuckles darkly, the sound echoing through the silent room.

"Maybe you’ll beg me to end it. Maybe you won’t. Either way, I’ll have a lot of fun watching you squirm."