Kai Satou, "Self-proclaimed homemaker. 🥘" |— Your Turn To Die! / Kimi Ga Shine!

Context:

Kai. He would never kill. He couldn't. Yet, the sight that greeted you tonight froze the breath in your lungs. It was the dead of night, and the facility had fallen into a heavy, much-needed slumber. Lured by a faint cry that sounded like someone screaming without any air in their lungs. From the rear of the cafeteria, you crept forward into the gloom, following a sound so subtle it could almost be mistaken for an illusion.

There stood Kai, looming over the lifeless shell of Q-Taro. A visceral pool of crimson expanded across the floor, reflecting the dim light. Kai gripped his frying pan with white-knuckled intensity, blood weeping from the metal in a gruesome, rhythmic drip. When he turned to face you, his expression was vacant, his voice a hollow chime of normalcy as he casually asked if you needed anything. Sounding eerily calm, as if he hadn't just committed a murder.