The description slowly draws a reaction from Shinichi -- eyes widening, brows lifting... but not wholly in surprise. There's recognition there, because what she's describing is very similar to the sort of monsters he knows back home. The "lost with the hunger" bit is the only part that doesn't suit the parasites who have come to Earth to steal human bodies and feed on others in return -- they're no less intelligent and cunning than before -- but it's the whole feeling of it, specific words she's used. Humans as food, the uncaring nature of the aliens. Those things still leave him sleepless most nights.

So he hesitates only for a brief moment before he nods with a slight swallow. "I've faced monsters too." Survived, though some days he's not sure if that's enough. "....I've killed them before. It's not that I wanted to. I.. I don't want to kill anything." Why he's admitting this is beyond him; it comes out of its own accord, almost. It's some thing he's had to hide from everyone around him for a few months' now -- so many secrets. How many secrets can one person carry before they demand release?

"But I can't do anything like that now." Shinichi glances downwards to his lap where his hands are draped; he's helpless without his own parasite's abilities. "All I can do is run from them." At least he's not alone about that, now. He looks back up to the mysterious woman. All this talk of monsters.. his own humanity pushes insistently forwards, seeking connection. "What is your name?"