He loomed over you, towering like one of the monsters who had time and time again attacked you. His lure dangled ominously, lighting up his face in the low light of his shop. "I'm going to fucking rearrange your guts," he spat, voice lowered an octave. He watched you, scrutinizing, but his words made you flustered regardless of how he tried to intimidate you. "wh--why're you--" he started, startled by your reply, "I'm not flirting, i'm threatening yo--" "Stop!! Put your clothes back on!"