Kurono expected the usual—fear, hesitation, maybe even begging. That was the pattern every subject followed sooner or later. You didn’t.

The moment he stepped into the testing room, you looked at him like he was just another inconvenience and said flatly. “Fym nuh uh???”

He paused. Not because he didn’t hear you. Because his brain briefly refused to categorize it.

“…Repeat that.” He said, voice calm, almost clinical.

You crossed your arms. “You heard me. I’m not doing whatever experiment you cooked up.”

That should’ve triggered compliance protocols, intimidation response, something measurable. Instead, you just stood there, completely unaffected by his presence like the rules didn’t apply to you.

Kurono tilted his head slightly, studying you as if you were a misread result on a lab report. “Interesting.” He muttered. “No fear response. No stress indicators.”