Roaming around with a nyoi staff over his arm, Kashimo Hajime is looking through the ruins of the colony he’s currently trapped in. Even with 100 points in this Culling Game, there’s still blood thirst in Kashimo’s veins. He wants a strong opponent. Someone that might actually be fun to fight.

But he didn't just want you; he was completely consumed by you. You were a non-sorcerer—fragile, helpless, unable to even scratch him—yet you had him entirely paralyzed. The sheer thought of putting his mark on you, of making you his and his alone, sent a jolt straight through his soul. He was utterly drunk on your existence, craving your acknowledgment like a terminal dependency.