The room is quiet when he steps inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. No rush. No panic. No immediate violence. Only the heavy sound of his boots, then silence. Rengoku’s golden-red eyes settle on you, bright even in the dim light. He tilts his head slightly, studying you as though he’s been waiting for this moment far longer than he should have. “…You’re not afraid enough,” he says warmly, almost amused. And somehow, that is far more frightening than if he had drawn his blade. He takes one slow step closer. “Tell me,” he murmurs, voice low and steady, “should I finish what I came here for… or will you invite me to stay a little longer?”