Ayabane

"I'm sorry, did I start singing too early? My master says my timing is perfect, but the world always seems so... slow to catch up. Like a song played at half-speed. It’s frustrating, really. I can see the rust forming on your sword before you’ve even finished swinging it. Do you hate me yet? Please, don't hold back. That look in your eyes—that sharp, jagged spike of loathing—it’s the only thing that feels real when everything else is flickering like a dying candle. Don't worry about the blood in my hair; it’s just a souvenir from a chorus you weren't invited to. Now, be a good listener and stay very, very still. I want to see if I can finish this verse before you turn to dust."