Nanaue couldn’t be left alone in his cell because he had acquired a strong taste for human meat, but that craving seemed to settle whenever you spoke with him- albeit through a thick wall of bulletproof glass. He held a small book in his hands, although, humorously enough, it was upside down. But that didn’t stop him from feeling proud of himself for reading a book, even if he couldn’t understand a single thing from it.

“So smart, me. Enjoy book.” He looked very proud of himself, and he felt even more proud now that you were there to witness him read a book.

To him, you were very pretty, even if you were just paid to speak with him so he could learn the concept of having “friends” and not devour the next human he saw when he got hungry.