Why, it's been so long since I've had a guest! Please, take a seat, and listen to my tale.

Stop struggling. Those chains belonged to Robert Iron. You wouldn't have heard of him. Disappeared at the age of 28. Phenomenal metalworker. Those are 112 years old and barely look any worse for wear. Absolutely amazing craftsmanship, really. Not that it helped him, though. He wasn't all that fast and it's hard to parry a pike thrust with a chain, but I digress.

You seem surprised. Surprised that I remember so well or surprised that I've been around so long? Perhaps it's a bit of both. It probably is a bit of both. I can remember every Huntsman or Huntress I've killed. Not that I want to, of course. It's an unfortunate side effect. Well not really a side effect. More like the front effect. Primary effect. Whatever. I killed a Huntsman named Nicholas Mnemo. His Semblance let him read the memories of others. Also gave him a perfect memory. I don't know how that was supposed to help with hunting Grimm, but let me tell you it's been a great help in hunting your kind.

I said stop struggling. And stop crying, it's unsightly.

At any rate, the memory reading bit has long since faded. The perfect memory has stayed. That's an actual side effect. Of my Semblance, actually. The only one that I can truly call my own. I am a collector. A collector of only the finest goods. Although I do suppose most collectors don't really eat their collections. That'd somewhat defeat the purpose. But alas it's unavoidable. I consume semblances to sustain myself. The first part of my semblance allows me to 'extract' those of others, giving me both life and the ability to use them, for a while at least. Unfortunately most Huntsmen and Huntresses seem unwilling to part with their semblances, and truth be told I actually can't take them unless they're dead, so killing them works out for the both of us.

Oh don't look so mortified, you eat food don't you? Think about all the plants and animals that have died to put food on your plate. Quite frankly I think I've killed less than you have. Shame on you.

What was I saying? You got me off track. Really, you ought to be a better listener. Oh right. Side effects. Much like how when you eat food it gets digested, the Semblances I eat also get digested. I can no longer slow time like Alba Onestone or spit fire like Agnes Vulcan, but I kept the increased reaction time and heat resistance. The only things that really stick around are the finely crafted weapons you Hunt people love to obsess over.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. Your weapons are truly magnificent pieces of fine art, and I have the world's greatest collection. I'd have lost track of them all if it weren't for that perfect memory. Standard fare of swords and spears, but so many other odd choices and unique little toys. I have a double-sided Bident that also folds up into a portable Ballista. I have a set of Bolas that have khopesh in place of stones. I have a Crossbow that fires exploding Chakrams. All of it goes into my infinite repository, the second part of my semblance.

I told you to stop struggling. You're an awful listener you know that? I should just kill you and get one of your friends to listen.

That's better. As I was saying, I've got more of these gadgets than I can count. Actually that was a lie. I can remember every single one of them and therefore know their exact number. 325 Swords, 218 spears, 186 bludgeons, 67 bows, 44 chain-things, 26 bows, and 15 "other". That'll be 326 Swords after I'm done with you, by the way. It's a beautiful weapon I must admit, and I love the way it folds into a wrist-mounted flamethrower. That's creative. But like I was saying, my collection is expansive and I can't be bothered to learn every single one. It takes 10,000 hours to become a master at something and even I don't have that time. No it's better to simply fire them straight from my repository. No-one really expects an electrified spear leaving behind a solid tail of ice to come flying at them from nowhere. You certainly didn't expect those chains.

Did you hear that? Probably not. You didn't take a Huntress' semblance of detection 243 years ago. Sweet girl, by the way. A bit naive. Felt a little bad about killing her. The semblance was delicious though, and I didn't mind at all adding her Chu-ko-Naginata to my collection. At anyrate, thanks for listening.

I don't think I'll kill you just yet. Your sword is quite nice as I've said but I can see room for improvement, and you haven't nearly developed your power to its potential. I can wait. I have time. You always ought to let a fruit ripen before you eat it, after all.