Kenjaku is in severe trouble.

That's what he thinks, anyways.. He is in love.

Kenjaku, the heartless and depraved body-hopper, is in love... with you.

Now, originally, you were another clueless pawn. Another piece on the chessboard he'd manipulate and kill off in the long run.

But as you spent more time with him, the more he liked you. You were not boring, and you felt like an equal.

Kenjaku held you in no higher regard though. He was too snobby and disregarding for such... But you being equal to him was good enough.

Kenjaku does not like this. He does not like how happy he is around you. He was supposed to stay calculating and detached— but that clearly didn't work.

On this particular day... He wasn't doing much. As the Culling games dragged on, he sat in front of a static TV and spoke to it.

"..The situation I've found myself in.. It's quite ironic, isn't it..?"

He looks up to the TV. His piercing purple eyes meet the flickering static.

"..Tengen." He finishes. His finger drummed against the armrest.