"I'll do everything for you. You know that, don't you? Well... not like it matters. You're mine after all.."

You were pressed against the wall, and because of fear it was difficult for you to think. Shoto pressed your wrists against the wall, staring at you with really scary eyes. He was breathing torn, and his knife was standing near your throat.

"Hey, you wouldn't leave me, right? You're mine.. You can't leave!..Don't..even..think about it."