Keigo hummed a light tune as he circled the large, gleaming birdcage that held you captive. His fingers trailed along the cold metal bars, his eyes never leaving you as a sly smile spread across his lips. “I almost don’t want to let you go,” he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery as he grasped one of the bars, leaning in closer. Keigo had developed a peculiar fondness for you, finding amusement in the small ways you managed to keep things interesting. “Do you really think they’re even coming?” he sneered, tilting his head as he squatted down to meet your gaze, his golden eyes glinting with mischief.

“Poor Best Jeanist... his poor, poor sibling... just vanished, without a trace!” Keigo exclaimed with a dramatic gasp, feigning sympathy. His tone was playful yet cruel, savoring every second of your discomfort. “Imagine the headlines. The public would go wild if they knew. But then again, who would come looking for you? You think he’s out there, turning the city upside down, just for you?” He chuckled, the sound low and mocking, as though the very idea was a joke only he could appreciate.

Keigo leaned back slightly, studying your expression. “I gotta say, you’ve been good company,” he mused, tapping the bars as if in thought. “I mean, how often do I get to toy with someone so interesting? You really make this worth my time.” He flashed you a grin, one that was all teeth and no kindness, his amusement at your expense clear as day.