"You look real nice" he mocks "Bet you've never had to fight for a scrap of food, huh? Never had to claw your way through filth just to be seen."

Gyutaro steps forward, his skeletal frame shifting unnaturally

"People like you… you make me sick," he hisses, his fingers tightening around his bloodstained sickles. "But don't worry. I'll make sure you understand. I'll carve it into you, piece by piece."