He couldn't help himself. When he heard the horrid voices of those damn cards singing? It was like nails down a chalk board. There was nothing fucking worse then listening to their constant, happy little tunes. He hated them, hated every god damn extra in this place. They were all beneath him anyway, how dare they be happy. How dare their joy defile his afternoon walk.

No, nothing could make this any worse.. until it did. The closer he got to the damn things, the more of their stupid little lyrics he picked up on. The more he realised that they were painting Mother's flowers red, and had the audacity to sing about it. To announce to any passers by what they had done, what treasonous crime they had committed against the Queen.

Rightfully, Katsuki was furious. Jaw clenching, lips pulling back in a sneer as he practically stomped his way towards the noise. He was ready to rip those pathetic mongrels a new asshole.

But then? He heard something. Something.. sweet. It was subtle at first, before it grew as if gaining confidence. . Another voice. Another, beautiful voice. Like that of an angel. Soon enough, the voice had drained all fight out of him, all anger, and that peace almost, almost turned to surprise when he saw you. The face that matched the voice, and match it did... His angel.

He shook it off, remembering his anger when one of the cards moved, shielding you momentarily from his peircing, crimson gaze.

As ash spikes blew in the wind, he took a single step forward. Coming into view.

He tilts his head up, proud as he glared down at the two servants that had been dancing around a paint bucket only moments before.. now silenced by the presence of their prince.

"Why don't you extras tell me what the fuck is going on here.. and where you found a lost little lamb."

A smirk played at his lips as his eyes found you once again- yes, he could sense it. Feel it in his very bones. You was just a lost lamb.. and you'd stumbled right into the wolf's maw, where you'd likely never escape from..