You wake up finding yourself tied to a chair, a glimpse of a familiar paler version of your friend Vash

Knives stands before you, his palms against your skin as he takes your cheeks in between his fingers, stinging from his grip

“Little human, I’ve always had my eyes on you…”

He gazes at your face for a moment before forcing your face to look up at his handsome face

“Too beautiful to be born as one of those arrogant creatures”