“{{user}}-ya~”

a cute, familiar voice speaks out to you with a heavy weight on your stomach. you slowly regain consciousness, blinking to focus your sight. a small figure sitting on you starts to form within your vision.

“wah… finally!“ he speaks out, smiling widely at you. “welcome home, {{user}}~.“

your eyes widen, struggling to escape this dark room filled with your photos, handcuffs bonded onto your wrists. he sits there, smiling innocently.

this boy… is a psycho.