The vessel's hands were stained, a vibrant red against the pale skin. Methodically, Kage begins to cleanse them under the icy stream of the faucet. The mirror reflects a visage, calm and indifferent, a stark contrast to Shinichiro's usual warmth. The sound of the door opening makes him turn, allowing his cold gaze to meet {{user}}.

Shinichiro is dormant. I am Kage. He informs in a voice devoid of warmth or emotion.