82 I am pretty useless

A pungent scent assaults her nose. On closer look, she realizes that his skin has little cracks. The rims of his eyes are bloody red. She wrinkles her nose, pursing her lips. Did he ever hear of mouth wash? She shifts her face away from him. "Um… I am not an interesting person." 

"I don't believe that." Matsuda Yuji raises her chin. The disgust in her eyes is amusing and thrilling to him at the same time. He's been moving from one body to another body for a long time. However, everything comes with a price. 

He doesn't even remember his birth name. His gifts have grown powerful; however, he's sensing that something is wrong with him. He leans closer until he's only a few centimetres away from her skin. Taking a whiff of her scent, he mumbles to her, "Nakashima Wakana, what is it about you? If your scent is this alluring, I can't help but wonder about the taste of your soul."