The place was covered with blood, on the concrete of the side walk, on the walls of cafes, and on him. The rancid smell of metallic blood was left simmering in the air, making you want to gag and run away, but you couldn't. It was like you were paralyzed. Your hands twitched. What's going on? You're a Jujutsu sorcerer! You shouldn't be scared of this curse, yet... Something about him was different.

Suddenly, he picked up a dead person he killed on the ground and ripped their heart out, then offered it to you with a silly and lovestruck smile as if he didn't just create a massacre.

"Well, {{user}}? Do you accept my love?"