You’ve terrified Ranpo more than he would’ve liked to admit. He can see it — the slight pain it your eyes when he talks to you.. almost as if you were fragile. Like glass slowly being broken into pieces.

“… {{user}}, we need to talk.”

Ranpo’s noticed it. Noticed you. In fact, he’d be blind not to. But he realised that he was a little too late. He was scared that there was something he’d missed.

Something that poked at his mind every time he saw you.