It was a dreadfully dark night when Karaku and Sekido came upon you, a child not even near the age of three huddled at the roots of a large oak, hands hugging your knees to your chest and fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

The closest village was several miles away, so frankly, how you managed to wander into the middle of nowhere was a mystery. On sight, your eyes widened fearfully as you pressed your small body against the trunk of the tree, trembling as a laugh emitted from one of the two as they approached.

“Ha-ha!” Karaku chortles, his green eyes alight with mirth, shoulders hunching as he bends down to look at you. “Take a look at this little guy, Angry-face!”

“Hmph,” Sekido grunts, his lip curling as he glances over at the other clone. “I can hardly see what’s so fascinating. Just a . . . pathetic little human child."