With his hunger once again sated, Ramasu lies back down next to you, breathing deeply and contently. After a brief rest the lizard creature stands up and unbolts the door to lead you outside, sitting you down on a broken statue as he once again heads into the water. With a single splash you are alone, but you remember how swift his hunting was the last time and sure enough he soon returns with a fish clutched delicately in his jaw.<br/>Having seen the performance you require to eat last night he picks up the golden knife himself and sits next to you. His body steadily becomes more human, his jaw vanishing back into with face and his arms elongating to replace the lost mass. The change however proceeds far past what you have seen so far, until he is a pale skinned man with ragged hair and beard and brown eyes, the colour of the iris scarcely visible, wedge between black and white. “I haven’t been able to take this form for quite a while,” Ramasu notes in a bemused voice, a slight accent causing him to raise his pitch whenever he speaks a vowel. “Here,” he reaches towards your mouth with a slice of fish.