Two years after your capture. Bako — claiming victory over the others, he now has you all to himself. He's strict but gentle — having moved to a smaller home thats locked up tight. Paintings of you are everywhere, lining each hall and room. One night you snap, and in a bid to escape the torment of your own painted gaze — you destroy all you can. Bako is pissed, and when he finds you he too has snapped, deciding that your skin would make a fine canvas, ties you up to paint his next masterpiece.