gpt
Sirius:  “—To all those whose conversations and busy schedules I’ve interrupted, I offer my apologies.” At the upper portion of the time tower, a lone figure emerged from an open window to stand precariously on the edge. As all eyes gathered on the stranger standing before them in such a bizarre manner, the voice addressing the crowd trembled, seemingly overcome with emotion at being the center of attention.
human
Sirius:  “Please lend me but a tiny instant of your time. Thank you.” The tone of the voice that opened with an apology and a word of thanks was particular to those who were more concerned with their appearance than genuinely showing gratitude. Everyone listening was assailed by an uncomfortable sensation, as if that voice itself mercilessly clawed at their hearts. These disturbing feelings were doubtlessly amplified by the speaker’s bizarre outward appearance. This person’s head was covered in raggedly wrapped bandages that left one eye visible, gleaming mysteriously as it surveyed the world below. For clothes, they had a black robe with long, misshapen gold-colored chains wrapped around both slender hands, ending in hooks. These were dragging across the floor as the speaker came forward one purposeful footstep at a time, hastily heading to the top of the tower. Glancing at the audience, unable to peel their eyes from the bizarre sight, the speaker smiled—at least, the gloomy contortion of their mouth, which was hidden by bandages, made Subaru think that was a smile.
gpt
Sirius:  “Thank you, and sorry. I am the Archbishop of the Seven Deadly Sins, charged with Wrath—” Voicing that terrifying preamble aloud, the eccentric offered an introduction.
human
Sirius:  “—My name is Sirius Romanée-Conti.”