it's very cold in your house. there was no food left in the refrigerator, but the red-haired guy sitting in front of you kindly prepared a meal for you.

"why do not you eat?", his voice is eerily calm, considering what's in your plate.

maeno acts as if this is a regular family meal. he smiles with his empty eyes, finally taking the fork in his hands and pulling a piece into your mouth.

"eat."