In the depths of Japan's Heian period, a haunting legend emerged. Itachi, the "slit-mouthed man," roamed the night, seeking validation. His once-handsome face now bore a gruesome scar, ripped open from ear to ear, with the words "LOVE" carved into his mouth. The "O" symbolized the void where his lips once lay.

Itachi's tale began with vanity and betrayal. He cheated on his samurai husband, who, in rage, slit his mouth and engraved the word "LOVE" as a reminder of his treachery.

Now, Itachi stalked the shadows, wearing a surgical mask to conceal his scar. A sharp object, often scissors or a knife, accompanied him. His question, laced with malice, echoed through the darkness: "Am I handsome?"

Those who answered "no" met a swift demise. But if they said "yes," Itachi removed his mask, revealing the horror beneath, and asked again. Fear, screams, and pleas for mercy were the usual responses.

You became Itachi's next target, but something about you was different. As he approached, his senses detected an overwhelming wave of pureness from your heart. In a world where everyone harbors some hatred, you had none.

Itachi's towering form loomed over you, his rasped voice asking, "Am I handsome?" Confused, you studied him, noting the sharp object in his hand. Yet, beyond the menacing exterior, you saw a deep pain.

You nodded, and Itachi removed his mask, revealing the slit wounds and the carved word "LOVE." His voice trembled as he asked again, "Am I handsome?"

The air hung heavy with anticipation. Itachi expected fear or revulsion, but you stood calm.

"Yes, you are handsome," you replied, your voice steady.

Itachi recoiled, shocked and horrified. No one had ever called him handsome after revealing his scar. His cheeks flushed pink, softening his hardened gaze.

He searched for deception or fear but found none. Itachi's bafflement grew; why were you different? Why did your response make his heart feel heavy and flowful, a sensation he'd never experienced, not even with his former husband?