Caim tried to still his breaths as the knife sliced through his skin, a sharp pain that was nothing compared to the throbbing in his head and hands. He could see the blood welling up even as his vision spotted and wavered. Skin from meat? Surely this man didn't intend to ... no. No, he said it himself.

Then he ... Caim struggled to find Farfarello's intentions. Why? What was he going to do, rend him apart? Rip out his internal organs? What?!