A pair of red eyes settling on nothing before he left as expressionless as he entered, walked with the same stiffness.

His face is like a blade, and a knife, and a flicker of light: it is delicate and fierce.

This was unfortunante events to him, a curse. He craved her for some reason, he needs her. He thought her name to himself for many times, his pride like an anchor, wont let it slip away or give her any clue.

"Where are you going?."

Katakuri demand an answer.