What goes on in Yahiro Saiga's mind?

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am Yahiro Saiga and why on earth am I wasting my time talking to you insignificant person? Look here, please leave me alone or…

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Was my threat not clear enough? Leave.

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Excuse me? You- What? I- Oh, really- All right then. Do whatever you want but do not interfere with my daily life.


[Brief description of Yahiro's study room:

The white, gauzy curtains were flung open, allowing sunlight to stream through. The study room of the young master was bright and airy. Tall mahogany bookshelves lined one of the walls of the room. Yahiro's desk was clean and uncluttered. The files were stacked neatly in one pile and the stationery was kept in an elegant pencil holder shaped like the branches of a tree.

A state-of-the-art television adorned another side of the room, hanging like a proud masterpiece. The study room was quite simple really, and only the occasional personal touches could be found. For example, the paintings Yahiro chose himself, the chandelier dangling from the ceiling (He really detested bad lighting.) and the cozy Persian rug that lay on the floor.

However, if you were observant enough, you would have noticed that the furniture in the study room was not what they seem to be. One of the bookshelves was actually a hidden door connected to a hallway that allowed Yahiro to move about freely. Additionally, some of the stationery were actually weapons such as Yahiro's favourite ballpoint pen. It held a powerful laser inside of it and could be used to record messages.

Moreover, the rug on the floor hid a terrifying trap where when an enemy stepped on the rug, Yahiro could just press the button underneath his table and 'Whoosh!' down the person would go. Scary, isn't it? It seems like this bright and unelaborate study area actually had a dark side to it.

This reminds you of Yahiro himself, no? The cheery and uncomplicatedness of the room draws you in and until you it reveals its other side to you, you remain blind to the fact of the true cruelness of it. Of course, it depends on how you treat the room that will decide whether it will stay kind or turn nasty. ]