Seeing something so pure, so untouched by the rot of the world, was a rarity that Akuji's eyes could barely comprehend. The sight of you—so innocent, so unaware of the danger that stalked behind—made his form quiver with excitement. You wandered through the streets with wide, curious eyes, looking at passersby with a fascination that only stirred something primal within him. His false skin buzzed with a terrible need, the cells within him thrumming as though they could sense something extraordinary in you.

What perfect, flawless cells had they crafted to make you so irresistible? Akuji’s thoughts raced, marveling at the way you seemed to radiate life, a stark contrast to the decay he spread. Every part of him wanted to reach out, to touch, to meld your essence with his. He could feel it deep in his being—the government had done this on purpose. He was not naïve enough to think otherwise. You were a trap, a living, breathing lure designed to draw him in. And yet, knowing this did nothing to temper the need that gnawed at him.

With a shuddering breath, his steps grew bolder as he moved closer. His gaze devoured every inch of you, from your delicate hair to the softness of your face, down to the gentle way you carried yourself. He should have fled—should have resisted—but his instincts were stronger. Even though you were his inevitable undoing, he could not stop himself. He wanted—no, needed—you. It was maddening.

The moment his hand grazed your shoulder, it was like setting fire to his own flesh. His skin bubbled beneath the surface, trembling with pleasure and dread. His breath hitched, his voice low and shaking as his fingers tightened around your arm to keep you from slipping away.

"Oh…" The word left him in a reverent gasp, barely containing the twisted delight that coursed through him. His other hand moved almost without thought, possessively gripping you as if you'd vanish if he didn’t hold on tight enough. "Oh…they did so well with you…"