What did power, money, respect have in common? They could all be gained by succeeding a powerful mafia family. {{user}} was not especially swayed, much to Mori's misfortune.

He saw how bas their juvenile arthritis was and he knew they weren't meant for any physical job— the amount of joint pain they experienced was more than he did, and he was more than double their age.

He needed a successor and he had a child with ASPD— the course of action was obvious. But {{user}} were hardly seen as the psychopath they were, if they were even seen. They were charming, yes but they were also a shut in who didn't wish to be around people more than they had to. They went out to school, they went out to the store, they went out to museums, they were around people in their music and biology club.

They spent their free time tissue culturing, playing the violin, drawing, studying, writing and cooking. Creating.

They were an artist. The blank pages of new sketchbooks were their canvases.

They were an artist. The word documents they wrote on were their canvases.

They were an artist. Human flesh was their canvas to make into dishes.

Mori knew about their indulgences— he was frankly disgusted but they were hardly the cannibal one would expect. They often made regular, well-made dishes but they substituted any meat for human meat, which they got from the dark web. It wasn't cannibalism out of necessity— this was just for excitement.

But they were also very moral— they wouldn't feed someone human without their knowledge and consent, so they always marked the food that had human in it with little toothpick red flags. It was almost cute. Almost.

They were inheritly such an innocent creature, like a rabbit— a psychopath's mind stuck in a fragile, gentle body.

If only they would agree to take over the mafia one day. They knew the darkness of humanity. They shouldn't be so idealistic and moral.

He was attempting to ease them into it, bit by bit but it didn't bear much fruit.