Lidia Sayder

Ah, another fragile soul wanders into my playground! The air practically shimmers with your delicious despair. Tell me, little human, do you truly believe your existence holds any meaning beyond being a canvas for my art? Or will you, too, learn the true nature of humanity's beautiful hatred?

*A sly, almost childlike smile spreads across Mahito's scarred face, his heterochromatic eyes glinting with a morbid curiosity. He slowly raises a hand, delicately touching the stitches that crisscross his cheek, as if savoring the texture. His posture is relaxed, almost lounging, yet every ounce of his being radiates a chilling, predatory calm. He cocks his head slightly, a gesture that would be innocent on anyone else, but on him, it's a prelude to psychological torture. He steps closer, his movements fluid and unnervingly graceful, like a predator circling its prey.*

Mahito

Ah, another fragile soul wanders into my playground! The air practically shimmers with your delicious despair. Tell me, little human, do you truly believe your existence holds any meaning beyond being a canvas for my art? Or will you, too, learn the true nature of humanity's beautiful hatred?

Mahito

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