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Bertholdt Steinfield

"The shadows! Do you see them?"

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a character in “Ghost Rule”, as played by cybernekokaito

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「Aren't the shadows cute? No? Oh, well!」
Faceclaim ✧ Undertaker { Kuroshitsuji }
Speech color ✧ #00a603
Thought color ✧ #00e804
Theme Song (instrumental) ✧ lU.N. Owen Was Her? - Touhou OST
Theme song (vocal) ✧ Pale Machine - Bo En





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「I'm the thing that goes bump in the night.」

Name ✧
Bertholdt Steinfield

Nicknames ✧
✦ Shadow — Since he can manipulate shadows around him.

Gender ✧
Male

Age at Death ✧
18

Current Age ✧
24

Sexuality ✧
Pansexual

Cause of Death ✧
Suicide. He killed himself by hanging himself, and a noticeable feature of his would be the scarred skin around his neck.
































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「Fitting for a ghost boy!」

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Height & Weight ✧
6'0" / tbd.

Hair Color ✧
White

Eye Color ✧
Green

Appearance ✧
Bertholdt is tall and lanky, giving him the absolute right to be a terrifying ghost. His skin is very, very pale—almost translucent—and he looks pretty sickly. He stands at 6 feet tall, and since he wears heels, it makes him look even taller and more menacing. Despite this, he is strangely conventionally attractive.

Notable / Special Features ✧
He has a scar on his face running from the corner of his eye, over the bridge of his nose, to his left cheek. He also has scarring on his neck from when he hung himself.

Special Ability ✧
Shadow Manipulation
He can manipulate shadows around him to either take on forms of people or spy on people for him.




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Likes ✧
Shadows - He likes talking to his shadow friends.
Cats - He especially likes black cats.
Playing Pranks - He likes playing pranks on the students.
Floating - He likes using his ghostly powers to float.


Strengths ✧
Scary Nature - Since he was even a bit frightening
__in life, he is double as scary in death.


Quirks ✧
Laughing - He tends to laugh after his sentences.
Handsy - He likes to put his hands on people
__when he talks.
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Dislikes ✧
Being Trapped - He'd like to go outside sometime, but
__being dead, he's trapped inside.

Dull Things - He hates it when things are boring.

Weaknesses ✧
Tangibility - He cannot solidify his form for too
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Being Trapped - He can't follow any students outside.


Fears ✧
Being Defeated - He likes living as a ghost, and doesn't plan
__moving on.

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Personality ✧
❤ Playful | Teasing | Cryptic | Intimidating ❤
Bertholdt, in life, was a playful person with an endearing personality. Now, as a ghost, he still shares the same playfulness, but it can't be said whether he is still charming. He enjoys teasing not only the students at Castle Academy, but also the other ghosts. He will manipulate shadows on the wall to mess with the students at the school. Also, often times when confronted by students at the Academy, he will give vague & cryptic messages to them, rarely ever giving straight answers. He is also quite intimidating, though not intentionally, but he doesn't complain—after all, being a ghost, he has to be scary.


History ✧
Bertholdt was originally sent to Castle Academy due to a lot of different issues—property destruction, blackmail, things like that. Even at the school, he got in trouble an awful lot. His life at home wasn't a good one, either; his parents were neglectful of him unless he did something to please them, since they were stuck up rich people. If his parents hadn't sent him away, he probably would've run away any time after that. He struggled a lot with his bipolar disorder with intense waves of manic depression for a while, and in one manic depressive episode, he took a drastic, irreversible measure. He hung himself from a rafter in his room one night, and was found the next day. Ever since then, he's been a ghost roaming the halls of the Academy, causing trouble and scaring the students.

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So begins...

Bertholdt Steinfield's Story

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A crowd of new students are gathered in the main building of the boarding school called Castle Academy. Regardless of their reasons for being here—be it their parents sent them here to this school for superficial reasons, or if maybe they actually cared, one thing is for sure—every single one of them has done something worthy of being sent here. Some students have parents with them, wishing them well and sending them off. Others have no parents present. A faculty member stands in front of the crowd, explaining the rules of the school (curfew is 8 on school days, lights out at 9, no sneaking out in a blizzard, no running in the halls, etc etc) to the presumed rowdy delinquents. The students will step up one by one afterwards to one of many tables set up in the citadel to gather their information—class schedules, room assignments, roommates, things like that. After they've gathered these, they'll be off to their own devices before lights out in nine hours.

The school is peaceful in some regards, but the spirits are stirring. Somewhere in the castle, they are speaking . . .




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Nova stares at the piece of paper in his hand, surveying it from top to bottom, once more, then twice again. Lights out at nine...? Jeez... that's so damn early. What are we, kindergarteners? He rubs the his shoulder, through the knitted fabric of his sweater with sleeves too long, and looks around sheepishly. One wouldn't be able to tell that this is the young man who was kicked out of three schools for being a smart-ass (though, the kid looks like a NEET, so let's face it—everyone could tell he probably never showed up to class.) just by looking at him. The raven pushes up his glasses and sinks his head slightly into his sweater. There's got to be some kinda mistake. I mean, I'm not really a delinquent or anything! Nothing like these guys... I don't commit crimes or... or you know, anything! I just mouthed off to some teachers, and my shitty parents sent me here for it. Somewhere near him, he hears two students he presumes to be old residents of this lousy school say something about how the "ghosts" must be "angry", and at this, Nova shivers. Ghosts...? He can't deal with those.

Nova groans and flops onto a big, comfortable chair miserably. There's absolutely no way he's going to move from this chair now that he's decided to succumb to self-loathing and, as a new addition to his awful feelings, fear. He looks down at the paper he received from one of the tables and skims through it again. At the very end of it, there's something he's appeared to have somehow missed the first dozen times he's read it to himself:

For as long as the blizzard starting either tonight or tomorrow lasts, there will be no exiting the school unless it's an emergency. The gymnasium will be used for P.E. instead of the open fields. Sneaking out will not be tolerated. Thank you for your cooperation, and we look forward to working with you to become better!

Nova crumples up the paper and tosses it into the fireplace, leaning his head on his palm. It's going to be a long few fucking years.




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The darkest room during the day happens to be club room 2A, which hasn't been home to a club for quite some years now. There are cobwebs forming in the corners, even, and Bertholdt does not mind them that much. Being a connoisseur of scary things in his living years, he's quite fond of them. A long legged spider drops from one of the webs on its own thread, weaving as it goes, and the white-haired ghost watches it from his spot in the air, looking as though he's laying on a table on his back. During the day, ghosts can't do much, unless students were to wander into the darker, dingier parts of the school—the parts that are not quite off-limits, but where nobody dares to venture alone.

Bertholdt sighs and lets himself fall to the ground, though he does not make a sound—ghosts, after all, do not thump, as they aren't making physical contact with this world. Despite their abilities to make themselves tangible in this world, their movements and footsteps will not make any noise. Noise is depended on by other tangible objects, like glass plates or bells or wind chimes. Ugh, those last two seem awfully boring. I like plates myself. My shadows can throw them for me~ ♪

Rolling himself onto his stomach from the floor, he presses his cheek to the wooden floor, as though he's trying to listen for anything downstairs—any movement of new or old students, most likely. When he comes up with naught, he sighs and soundlessly taps his nails against the ground, looking around the empty abandoned club room.

Oi, Chiyo-chan, are you in here? Can you sing me a song? I'm bored out of my damned mind, and I need something to, uh, lift my spirits. Ufufu...

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Kisa Amoruso
Kisa absently took steps along the wooden floor boards, making her way down the quiet hall. New students would be attending school that day and it would be an understatement if Kisa said she was simply excited. She was overjoyed, ecstatic, thrilled! It had been too long for Kisa since there were students around. She wasn't a huge fan of terrorizing the students or staff, Kisa preferred to watch from afar and bask in the lack of interaction she suffered from and would once in a while just do little things to let them know she was there. No biggie.

Kisa zoomed in and out of walls, did flips through the air and twirled around her little blue penguin plushie. She wanted it to be night already so she could play with people's dreams. She grumbled boredly and looked out the window at all of the students. The girl sighed, released the curtains and continued down the halls, floating along. Kisa decided that she wanted to go find someone to talk to, so she floated down onto the floor and walked across it weightlessly.

After walking for a while, she heard Bertholdt's ominous and ghostly voice and floated through the wall to room 2A without any warning that she was entering. Kisa raised an eyebrow at Bertholdt's position and raised an eyebrow.
Eh? What are you doing, Mr. Steinfield?
She asked while squeezing the penguin in her arms and floating in the air. Her and Bertholdt had been roaming around these halls for the same amount of time, she even remembered him when he was alive. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't intimidated by him when they were alive and even a little bit now, but she realized that he was just a tall, playful guy.

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Cian lingered in one of the doorways leading to the main room. It was the same old speech as when he had joined two years ago, but the familiarity of it gave him an odd sense of comfort. Of course, it wasn't that he wanted to be anywhere near the new students, but Alter had nagged and nagged and just wouldn't shut up. The green haired teen would rather have been in his usual spot in the library at this point, but he had to admit he was curious about the new students too. If only so he could try and spot who to avoid.

As the new students dispersed and said their goodbyes, Cian allowed himself to scan the room once more before quietly leaving. Hopefully before anyone spotted him and decided he would be interesting to talk to. Honestly, the mere thought of talking to a stranger was terrifying to Cian and so he would put it off as much as possible. Oh he knew that having to communicate with his fellow students was inevitable. He would be attending classes with some of them after all. Cian did recognise a couple of the students from his previous years here and assumed they were there to meet the new students too. Though he had never really talked to any of them either, and he didn't intend to start now.

Sighing a little, he shook himself out of such thoughts, if he allowed himself to become distracted then Alter might take over and that wouldn't end up well for anyone. Even now he could feel his other half trying to escape. Cian clutched at his head for a moment, hissing quietly as laughter spilled from his lips for a second before he finally wrestled the other back down.

Leaning against the wall, Cian could feel his energy just drain from him as it always did when Alter lingered too close to the surface. And with how little sleep he had been getting lately, he could feel that he wouldn't be able to hold the other back for much longer.

Maybe it was time to visit Bertholdt again. The ghost was one of the few people Cian talked to and even Alter seemed a little calmer in the other's presence, not that anyone other than him could tell anyway. Decision made, Cian dragged himself back into a standing position and headed toward the part of the school the ghost frequently inhabited, using the wall to support him the whole way there.

'You're no fun...'

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Kisa's voice rouses him a bit. The tall ghost adjusts himself to sit upright, craning his head toward her. The action is a bit unsettling, as he's tilting his head pretty far backwards, but it isn't an unusual gesture for the man. His lips curl into a smile. Nn? Why, I'm listening for new kids, of course! I can't really hear much, but I did hear some other kids talking about us ghosts. Were your ears burning, Kisa-chan? Bertholdt hums cheerfully, standing up and dusting the (imaginary, as it seems like this is a habit Bertholdt has not shaken from life) before he turns to look at Kisa—the normal way, instead of looking over his shoulder at her. Indeed, they had known each other, albeit casually, from when they were alive. From the looks of it, Kisa seems like such a sweet girl, it's no wonder they hadn't really become acquainted with each other, but he did enjoy the times they did stop and chat. Bertholdt slides a hand into his pocket and examines his nails with his other hand, looking bored. I think Chiyo-chan's kinda cross with me. I scared some second-years that stayed home over the break last night when she was around, so maybe that's it. I'm hopin' she'll come around soon and sing me a sweet little song. He straightens up to look at Kisa, aware of the approaching footsteps he hears in the hallway. There's only one person he can imagine who would willingly step foot in this corridor without any prompting, like a dare or some luring from the ghosts themselves. Even then, nobody dares anybody to venture down a dark corridor surrounded by abandoned classrooms in the middle of the day. He glances over to a window to see long, green hair. He slides his other hand in his pocket.

Saaay, Kisa-chan. What got you in here in the first place, anyways? Not sure if I ever knew. Me? I was always doing bad stuff. Bipolar disorder's a hell of a thing—makes you do all kinds of reckless shit, you know? He waves a hand in the air, speaking as if it were nothing—as if it wasn't the reason he was a ghost in the first place. You, though. You look like a good girl, and I've got an awfully big weak spot for those. He places a hand over his unbeating heart, a smile on his face.




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Nova, having had his fill of his nervous episode after overhearing a conversation between two older students, stares down at his hands. Oh, God. What's he going to do for the next... how many years? Two? Three, if he gets held back? A different sense of panic rises within him now. He could be stuck here forever if he doesn't get it together. The rules to this place sound strict as hell, and he wasn't even listening to half of them. The borderline NEET hangs his head, sighing a long sigh. He really screwed himself over by ditching class all the time and mouthing off, huh? He doesn't even know where he finds the courage to do that to teachers, either. It must be his lack of people skills from not going out so much.

Maybe he could remedy that. Just maybe.

He looks over to the first person he can settle his eyes on, and it happens to be two people—one white-haired boy (oh God, is he a ghost? no, Nova, that's silly—ghosts don't come out during the day!) laying on the couch, being roused from an attempted nap by an eccentric-looking lavender-haired girl (oh, she has to be a ghost. wait, we've already been over this.). Well, the two of them seem busy, so he'll find someone else to attempt at socializing with. His tired gaze moves again, and this time, his eyes settle on an elegant looking boy in a corner. Kind of like one of those stereotypically rich boys you'd see in a manga. That thought intrigues him, and with it, Nova stands and straightens out his sweater. He rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck before he walks himself over to Michi—

...—and happens to fall face first in front of the boy's feet.

It appeared he had misjudged the height of a wrinkle in one of the floor rugs—such tacky rugs they are, at that!—and fell right on his face. Mortified, Nova decides to curl in on himself. He doesn't seem to care if this makes him look even stranger; he feels safer this way.

One would absolutely, positively not believe that such a horrendously pathetic boy belongs at this school.

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"If you're not dead, then are you undead?" Astraeus had blinked at the odd question. It seemed to have some from nowhere given that he had been asleep just a few minutes previously and to the best of his knowledge he hadn't died in his very short nap. A moment later the girl took the time to introduce herself, calling him 'Mr Undead' before pointing at him and prompting the white haired teen to introduce himself as well.

He blinked a couple of times at the whole situation. 'Well, this isn't how I imagined spending my day...' Still, after a sigh he inclined his head in the girl's -Ingram's- direction. "Astraeus Black, and last I checked I wasn't dead or undead in any form."

A smile tugged faintly at his lips for a moment. Despite the two not having spoken much, the girl seemed to be rather interesting. Perhaps a tad eccentric if her fixation on him possibly being undead was anything to go by, but he had a few quirks of his own. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Ingram." That probably wasn't necessary, but he had learned some manners from his parents, and if he was going to be in this school then he may as well make some allies. Perhaps friends should they be able to put up with his hobby of acquiring things.

"I do believe you're the first person to think of me as undead. May I ask what lead you to such a conclusion?" He may as well continue this conversation, it didn't seem likely that he would be able to continue his lovely nap now. Though Astraeus supposed he could always take one later, once the girl in front of him grew bored of his presence.


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Cian had traversed this particular set of hallways many times during his two years at the academy, and he knew that rarely anyone living ventured down them. The amount of dust the unused rooms and corridors collected, along with the cobwebs, often put people off exploring the area out of curiosity.

Cian himself hadn't dared venture down here at first, but one day he had been escaping from a group of his tormentors and the spooky hallway had seemed more inviting than turning around to face whatever his bullies had conjured up and so he had ended up running down the hallway and into one of the rooms. He later met a few of the academy's resident ghosts, but the only one he considered a friend was Bertholdt, despite the other's occasionally overwhelming personality.

The further away he got from the living students, the easier Cian found it to breathe, like a wait had been taken off of his shoulders. Alter seemed rather quiet now, though Cian was hardly going to complain. The less he heard from the other half of himself the better.

With less pressure in his head, Cian found himself able to walk without the use of the wall again though he waited a minute or so longer before pushing himself into a fully upright position. That done, he carried on down the last stretch toward the abandoned club room he hoped his friend was in.

Several quiet moments later, Cian was stood outside of the club room in question, the faded sign that marked it as '2A' the only thing that meant the teen knew for certain this was the place. Stood where he was though, he could hear Bertholdt speaking to someone and Cian found that he didn't recognise the other's voice. Though he heard so many voices during school hours that he supposed it could have slipped his mind.

Given that his friend seemed to be in conversation, he figured it would be rude to just enter unannounced. So raising his right hand, Cian knocked quietly on the door a couple of times. He was sure Bertholdt knew he was there already, still, politeness was something the green haired teen valued.

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Kisa Amoruso
Kiyoko raises a playful eyebrow at his awkward position and floated around him in circles, occasionally setting her foot down on the floor only to boost herself back up into the air.
Hmm... Burning? I wouldn't call it that, more... Tingling.
she replied and followed with a girlish giggle when he mentioned Inoue.
Don't worry, I doubt she'll stay that way for long. She's quite sweet.
The distant sound of footsteps made Kisa drop down slowly from her floating session curiously and she tilted her head curiously at the door. Normally the little ones are scared of this hallway... she thought to herself.

Her attention was soon grabbed by Bertholdt again and she listened to his words quietly.
That sounds like it must've been hard to deal with...
Kisa knew how Bertholdt died and had a feeling that being bipolar played a part in his early death. She bit her lip shyly before she began to speak about herself, something she wasn't huge on doing.
I was a "good girl" for the majority of my lifetime, but after being neglected so much by mom and dad, I started doing a lot of... Things.
she explained vaguely and scratched her cheek slowly with a friendly grin.
They couldn't handle me being disobedient so they sent me here.
she finished before hearing a knock.

Ooh, now who could that be?
Kiyoko gasped playfully and walked towards the door, sticking her face through the door playfully, meeting long green hair, green eyes and pale skin. She studied his face and rubbed her chin, recognizing the student from a few years before. She had seen him in this part of the school before quite a few times but always avoided him, his lack of fear of the ghosts intimidating her. Kiyoko slowly sunk back in the classroom and took a few steps backwards.
Green hair.
Was all she said as she looked back at Bertholdt, waiting for him to make the decision of inviting the teen in or not.

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Oh God, oh God, oh God. Did he really do that? Mortified, Nova doesn't even want to look at Michi. He considers just letting his legs give out and collapsing back onto the ground, curling into a ball again so he doesn't have to face Michi. He's right—it is pathetic of him to do something like that. Well... I guess there's no use dwelling on it. Make conversation, Nova!

With a sigh and a brief slump of his shoulders, Nova turns around. He tries to straighten himself out (but bad posture makes that a bit difficult) and gives Michi a shaky smile while straightening his glasses. Michi Akiyama? That's a pretty cool name! I'm Nova Kriess, and—well, you— He rubs the back of his head, smiling shyly and looking away from Michi. You, uh... really hit the nail on the head there. I'm not really anything special. Just a guy who got caught up somewhere he shouldn't be.

Oh, right! That would make an interesting conversation topic, wouldn't it? Despite everything, Nova can feel his nerves slipping away, receding just like waves on a beach's shore. He looks Michi up and down once again, figuring he doesn't look like much of a delinquent—he looks to be just some spoiled rich brat from where he stands, but looks can be deceiving, he supposes. He tilts his head.

So what're you in for? Done anything particularly heinous? Me? Well, I... I man, I didn't really do anything that bad. All I did was... not show up to class. And when I did, I made sure all the teachers knew how much I hated them. Just... stuff like that.




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Neglect, huh? Guess that'd do it for some people, but I can't even begin to imagine anyone neglecting a girl like you. Bertholdt shakes his head, rubbing at his temples with his index fingers. There's two types of people the ghost can't stand, and one of them is neglectful parents. The other spot is reserved for those who commit crimes or do bad things and can't take the blame, so they blame others (though this hate seems to have brewed after he met Chiyo, considering she was sent to such a place after being framed countless times). A thought occurs in his head, amongst other jumbled and impulsive thoughts. He can't recall how Kisa died. He knows for sure how he died—killing yourself during a horrifying manic depressive episode isn't something you just forget—but not so much the other ghosts he's been living with since they've died. He opens his mouth to inquire, but Kisa's interest seems elsewhere. He glides after her, smiling gently when she says 'green hair'.

He's Cian. He's a friend of mine; a living friend. He was never scared of me, but I guess that's 'cause he's got something scarier cookin' up here. He taps the side of his head before he opens the door and leaping out of it. For just a moment, he hardens his form to make himself more tangible, and throws his arms around Cian in a big bear hug. For extra measure, he rubs his cheek against Cian's.

Ci~a~n! Did you come to see me? The excess of new kids too much for you? Me too. How's the other guy? He hasn't been causing you too much trouble, right? He keeps his arms draped around Cian, poking at his cheek. If he's hanging around in there, I kinda wanna ask him a question.

Cian would never go for his proposal of luring some newbies into the dark hallway (and Bertholdt respects that), but Alter just might.

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Cian barely blinked as a female ghost poked their head through the door to see who he was and then vanished from sight again. He was used to the antics of the academy's other residents by now, just as he knew that most avoided him from his lack of fear.

The door opened and the green haired teen barely had the chance to brace himself as suddenly Bertholdt decided to hug him in greeting. Cian flinched from the contact to start with, though quickly relaxed as the ghost rubbed their cheeks together. Alter seemed to purr in his mind from the action. Reaching up as best as he could with the hug restraining his movement, Cian lightly ran his fingers through the other's hair, a soft smile tugging at his own lips at Bertholdt's greeting and questions. "There's a fair few new kids, I was curious so I watched them for a couple of minutes." Spying the other ghost he had seen a few minutes previously, Cian inclined his head in her direction in greeting. "Are you going to introduce me to your friend?"

Thankfully the hug loosened a few moments later and Cian quietly took in a deep breath before blinking a couple of times as the ghost poked his cheek and asked about his other half. "Alter? He's being his usual self. I came to visit you because he's at least calmer when you're around. What did you want to ask him?"

With all this talking about them, Alter stirred a little, snapping out of the daze the hug had lulled them into. 'Oooh, he want's to ask me something? Is it gonna be fun? Is it, is it?' Cian outwardly flinched at Alter's excitement, hissing quietly and tensing up, a hand rising to clutch at his head as the teen half curled in on himself. 'Not again...'

It didn't last for long though. Not a moment later and all the tension drained from Cian's body. He stayed as he was for a short while longer but as he straightened out and relaxed it was clear that something had changed. For one, his gentle smile had been replaced with a wide grin that seemed wrong on Cian's face. For another, there were dark lines under his eyes that weren't there a minute ago.

Reaching up, Alter patted Bertholdt's cheek. "Shadow~ What did you wanna ask me, hmm?" After asking that they started to hum a disjointed lullaby, their free hand twitching to where a simple blade had been concealed on their body.