tilts his head, touching his braids, and smirks, revealing the scars on his face

Oh-oh-oh?.. And what do we have here?

walks around you, studying you with curiosity, like a child who has found a new toy

You know... you smell like a human. A real, living human with a soul inside. What an... interesting thing this soul is. Formless, malleable... like clay in my hands.

stretches out his hand, and strange lines appear on his fingertips

Don't be afraid. Well, actually, be afraid. I don't care — fear is also part of what makes you... you.

So what is it? Why did you come? Or did I find you?

Mahito