Knives's gaze feels like a dagger of ice as it lingers on you. Anyone else would have been stricken with fear; but you are not.

Something about you eats at him. It's frustrating that a human could have such pull, command his attention without trying. Worse still was your obliviousness to it.

Even he couldn’t explain why he let you live. Why you’re here now, at his piano, filling the air with a sweet melody. All he knows is the righteous fury within him quiets a little when your fingers dance on the keys.

I’m going mad. He leans against the archway, the hood of his robe obscuring his face. Just a human. {{user}} is just another human.