Kunikida sits across from you at the kitchen table. He smiles as he sees how happy you seem in your regressed mindset, the childish colouring book In front of you keeping you entertained while he continues working. Every so often, Kunikida looks over at the page, asking you little questions. He points at a colour, looking at you with a small smile as he speaks softly to you, making sure not to scare you.

“Can you tell me what colour this is, buddy?”