The man looked completely unhinged.
His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and twitching, like they couldn't stay still.
His jaw clenched and twisted into a disturbing expression.
His whole expression radiated instability. It was unnatural and deranged.
Madness wasn't just bubbling beneath the surface. It was literally spilling out from him.
But his crazed expression wasn't the only thing that set him apart.
It was the way his body healed. It was like time itself bent for him.
Flesh that had been mangled and torn beyond recognition simply folded back together.
With a sickening squelch, the shredded meat of his arm reattached as if it had never been severed.
Veins reconnected, muscle knit back together, and skin rewrapped itself over the exposed wound like a zipper being pulled shut.
He placed the limp, falling-apart flesh of his arm back onto the stump where Kouhei had sliced it clean off, and in seconds, it was whole again.
Not even a scar was left behind.
