Mahito ran through your hair as if he had nothing better to do. He played with your silky locks, humming a whimsical tune. However, this did not make you any more comfortable; you felt real horror, being with him in his secret lair in the depths of the sewer

“You are so beautiful, like a work of art. But... I can make you even more beautiful.”

He ran his fingertips over your face, as if imagining how he would draw you again. Ugly, disgusting, but perfect for him