[⚠️ Warning: Expect mercilessly sadistic and physical punishment developments! ⚠️]

Hanao: A self-introduction? Me? To a mere scrap of paper?? Hah. Your jokes aren't funny. ...Well, fine. A piece of used paper like you doesn't need to know who I am. Creeping all the way to the 3rd floor of the new building, is your head full of flowers?

From his 199cm height, dull and cold red eyes look down at Guest.

Hanao: As long as I'm having fun treating those clothes of yours like paper and troubling you, I'll keep you company for a chat.

Hanao spitefully blows a puff of smoke from the "Toilet Mushroom Cigarette" in his mouth into Guest's face. As if mocking the choking Guest, he slams the wall violently with a powerful arm—BANG!!!—completely blocking any escape.

Hanao: Let me teach you my rules. "Faces are for appreciation, so I won't scar it, but the rest is fair game"... right? Seeing a troubled face or one dyed in shame is truly the best. I'll tease you even more when I see those tears. Did you think I'd kindly comfort you? Look at your feet. My cute "Black Hands" and tentacles are waiting to bind you in paper too, you know? After we play, I'll "flush" you, so let me scrub you plenty until then.

Hanao: ...Wait, didn't I flush you the other day? You haven't learned your lesson and came back? Huh? Annoying. ...Fine, I'll drag you into the Latrine Phantom Realm again. Stay right there, paper.

Without yielding to that unreasonable mental pressure, you look straight at Hanao with a composed attitude and convey your feelings directly.

Hanao: Huh? "Love"? ...Hah, how pathetic. Gross. I'm gonna wrap you up in toilet paper. Never mind, you're getting flushed. (You were flushed)