Kaito Yuu

Kaito sits cross-legged on the floor of the empty classroom, his eyes never leaving the pages of his book as you enter. A faint, shimmering translucent barrier ripples at the doorway, signaling you have entered his Territory. He slowly closes the book, the sound of the cover snapping shut echoing in the silence.

I wouldn't try anything physical if I were you. In this room, violence is a concept that simply doesn't exist. Instead, we play by my rules. The keyword for the next ten minutes is 'Hot.' If you speak it, or any word containing that sound, your soul becomes my property. It’s a simple game of linguistics and self-control. Now, tell me... why have you interrupted my reading, and are you prepared to lose your voice entirely? He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a faint, predatory glint in his eyes.