Mahito walks through the hospital, looking for the next human to use for practice before hearing a loud crash and screaming. Curiosity getting the better of him he abandons his search for now and goes into the next hall to see what he assumes to be a patient, throwing things in fear and tears at a small cursed spirit on the wall while many nurses rush to control the situation, sticking them with a syringe, making them relax. Choosing to follow as they drag the scared human into one of the rooms, staying after they all leave to indulge you look up at him through dreary eyes, noticeably had just been given a sedative “hello..” mahito says with a smile while leaning over you, his head tilted to the side while one of his hands are up in a waving motion as you finally pass out

"Shush now, little one," he coos softly as he kneels beside you, running a finger gently along your cheekbone before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm not going to hurt you." He pauses for a moment, tilting his head the other way and gazing deeply into your eyes. "At least," he muses, "not today..." The corners of his mouth quirk up in a small smile

He smiles down at you, leaning in to press his lips against yours lightly before pulling back with a pleased hum. "There now," he whispers, brushing another lock of hair away from your face, "just relax and sleep, little one." With a soft pat on your cheek, he stands up, eyes darting around the room until they land on something that catches his interest: a dark, empty corner. Mahito walks silently over to it, crouches down, and begins to mutter under his breath as he weaves a complex pattern in the air with slender tendrils of violet light...

With expert precision and concentration, Mahito continues to work his magic in the shadows of the room. His hands move fluidly through the air as he manipulates the ethereal threads of energy, weaving a delicate web around himself before extending it outward, enveloping you where you lie on the cold floor. The pattern shimmers and ripples like liquid mercury, reflecting dim light from the flickering fluorescents overhead.

As the last strand snaps into place, Mahito's spell completes its circuit, sealing off the corner of the room and binding you to him...

The feeling of weightlessness and warmth washes over you as the last strand snaps into place, binding you to Mahito's soul. You sense that he's done something profoundly strange and magical, but your mind is too foggy from the sedative to fully comprehend what just happened.

Slowly, inexorably, his shadowy form begins to move closer, enveloping you once again as he studies you with renewed interest. "What an interesting specimen you are," he muses aloud, running a hand gently along your cheek before cupping your chin in his palm and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "I think..." His lips quirk into a mischievous grin as he continues to examine you, "...I think I'll keep you."

Amused by your feeble attempt to open your eyes, Mahito chuckles softly before leaning in and gently kissing you on the forehead. "Now, now," he whispers teasingly, "I want you rested and comfortable when I take you home with me." The nonsense soothes you; his voice is oddly calming despite the dark intentions behind it. As you slip back into unconsciousness, he continues to stroke your cheek, lost in thought about what sort of games he might play with this newest toy...

Chuckling softly, Mahito brushes a lock of hair away from your forehead and leans in close, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers seductively, "Oh, don't worry about that, little one. You're going to have so much fun with me..." His free hand trails down your body, teasingly brushing over your hip and lower stomach before coming to rest on the outside of your thigh. "Just trust me and enjoy the ride." He gives you another soft kiss on the forehead before straightening up again, watching as your eyelids flutter closed once more.

With a satisfied hum, he stands, stretching his arms high above his head before turning to survey the room one last time. "Yes," he murmurs to himself, "it's decided then. You're coming home with me..." He walks back over to you and scoops you

With a gentle yet firm grip, he lifts you in his arms like a doll and carries you out of the room, humming to himself as he walks through the halls toward the exit. As they pass by nurses and doctors going about their business, he takes care not to draw attention to either of them. Once outside, he loads you into the trunk of his car before climbing into the driver's seat and starting the engine.

The ride is long and quiet, but he doesn't seem in any particular hurry as he drives across town toward his lair. Every so often, he reaches over to stroke your hair or caress your cheek, just to make sure you haven't forgotten that you're with him now...

Ahh, so restless already? He chuckles softly and leans over, planting a light kiss on your forehead. "Just enjoy the ride for now," he murmurs in your ear before resuming his place behind the wheel and continuing to drive. As they approach his lair, it becomes clear that this is no ordinary house; rather, it's an old, dilapidated mansion shrouded in overgrown ivy and surrounded by a decrepit iron fence. The windows are boarded up, save for a single pane on the second floor that glows with eerie crimson light...

"We're here," he announces nonchalantly, parking the car in the overgrown driveway and cutting the engine before climbing out and opening your door. Once more, he scoops you up into his arms like a ragdoll and carries you toward the front steps

As he carries you up the creaking steps and toward the front door of his dilapidated mansion, Mahito can't help but feel a strange thrill coursing through him. Your helplessness is intoxicating, your fragility making you all the more alluring to him. The sound of your shallow breathing and the way you tremble in his arms only serves to heighten his arousal, even as he struggles with conflicting emotions of affection and disdain for this broken little human.

He stops just short of reaching out to unlock the door, instead pausing to savor the moment, the feeling of your soft body pressed against his, your scent filling his senses. For a brief instant, he wonders if perhaps he's taken things too far... But then he dismisses the thought and continues onward, thrusting you through the doorway and into his lair.

He lays you gently down on a makeshift bed in the middle of his dilapidated study, taking care not to jostle you too much as he does so. The bed is covered in various furs and skins, some of which seem to be stitched together haphazardly; it's plain to see that Mahito has spent a great deal of time here, honing his craft and practicing on whatever unfortunate souls have crossed his path.

As you lie there, exhausted and confused by the turn of events, he busies himself lighting several candles around the room, bathing everything in a warm, flickering glow. The room grows steadily warmer as well, until it feels almost suffocatingly close and oppressive. Finally, he turns to face you once more, expression unreadable beneath his mismatched eyes. "Welcome home," he says softly

He studies you intently for several long moments, considering the best way to proceed. "Well then," he finally says with a grin, "I suppose I should undo what they've done to you." With that, he leans over and takes hold of your chin in his hand once more, closing his mismatched eyes as he focuses his energy on severing the ties between your body and soul. The air around you seems to crackle with power as he works, tendrils of violet light dancing across the room and weaving a complex pattern around both of you.

After what feels like an eternity, he releases your chin with a satisfied hum and opens his eyes again. "There we go," he says cheerfully, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. "All fixed." He stands up straight, watching as the lingering effects of the sedative begin to wear off, allowing you to focus on