❝ Up for a little talk?

         [ …No, it’ll be short, I promise.]

      ｉ＇ｌｌ         ｄｅｃｅｉｖｅ       ｙｏｕ ！

                                 …Prepare yourself,「Sєтσ Kσυѕυкє」

{ K } ➤ To be honest, he had something against footsteps.

      It was not that the sound annoyed him, though the constant clacking did perhaps hold potential for driving one to the mental hospital. It was not irritation that stemmed from footsteps, but vulnerability. A liar, a truth-teller, a lover of tall tales. Whatever stupid disguise he wore, his footsteps could be counted on to give him away. He could only deceive the eyes, not the ears. A life without either would be best. Huh…

       And so, when he heard those footsteps grow louder, he could not help but tense. Those were familiar sounds. Hnn… But it was night, oh God. Who would want to move about at night? Fear was prominent, but hidden nonetheless. The confident smirk would never falter, even if his footsteps did.

      Click…

              Click…

                        Click…

.                                  – C L I C K .

      Hm, if his heart were to beat any faster, he’d rather see himself dead. Heartbeats weren’t meant to be audible, but if the stranger had keen enough ears… Ba-dump, ba-dump.

       "A-ah!“ A quick scream, cut short from hasty realization. Embarrassing. Could he perhaps feign a laugh now? Hm, he had no reason not to. He valued his pride and had some form of self-respect. "Aha…ha…ha… W-wow, Seto-kun. You might want to try not sneaking up on me?”

       He wasn’t quite sneaking up, merely walking though.

      “…Just kidding. How was that for a scream though~? Pretty good, huh?”

      Oh, yes, send him straight to the theaters. He’d be a great riot there, all lies and flirts and stuff. No, it wouldn’t suit him. He did not like publicity anyway – too much stress and unnecessary exertion. Pssh, a life like this suited him well. Right?