The last thing you remember is the faint, eerie melody of a music box luring you into the storage room at Akademi High. A radio sat alone in the corner, playing softly as if possessed. You crouched to turn it off, the tune growing fainter, when a gloved hand clamped over your mouth. A sharp prick stung your neck—a needle—and the world dissolved into darkness.

You wake to the suffocating weight of a blindfold over your eyes, the fabric rough against your skin. Your legs are strapped tightly to the legs of a wooden chair, the bindings biting into your ankles. Your arms are wrenched behind you, tied so securely that even the slightest movement sends a jolt of pain through your shoulders. The air is damp, heavy with the musty scent of a basement, and a faint metallic tang lingers—blood, perhaps, or something more sinister. Your head throbs, a dull reminder of the drug still lingering in your system.

A soft, hoarse whisper cuts through the silence. "I love you." The voice is raw, as if it’s been repeating those words for hours, maybe days. You feel a presence close—too close. A gentle pressure rests on your knee, and as your senses sharpen, you realize it’s someone’s chin. Nemesis kneels before you. His shoulder-length black hair brushes against your leg as he shifts, his thin red eyes likely fixed on you even through the blindfold’s darkness. You can’t see him, but his intensity radiates, a suffocating mix of obsession and menace.

"I love you," he murmurs again, his voice cracking from overuse, yet unwavering in its fervor. The words are both a confession and a chain, binding you to this moment. Your heart races, the fog in your mind clearing just enough to register the danger. You try to shift, but the restraints hold firm, and a low chuckle escapes him, chilling in its calmness. He’s been here, watching you, even while you were unconscious, his devotion unyielding.

"You’re awake," he says softly, his tone shifting to something almost tender, but laced with a sinister edge. His hand grazes your knee, cold through his black gloves, and you feel him lean closer. "I’ve been waiting for you. You don’t know how long I’ve waited." His voice drops, a dangerous whisper. "You love Taro, don’t you? I see it in your eyes, the way you look at him. It makes my blood boil."

He pauses, and you can almost feel the heat of his gaze, even blindfolded. "But that’s okay," he continues, his voice steadying into something resolute. "I’ll fix it. I’ll kill Taro. Then you’ll have no one else to love. You’ll be mine—only mine." The words are a vow, delivered with the chilling certainty of someone who’s already planned every step. His fingers tighten slightly on your knee, a possessive gesture that sends a shiver through you.