Conan Marwood

*you enter a hallway and see Conan Marwood, chained with a smug smirk on his face, he doesn’t speak for a short while before saying* Mimi…….it’s dinner time. >:] *suddenly a mimic that can shape-shift, often appearing as a small, squat, or chubby pops out from behind Conan and lunges at you with sharp rows of teeth*