You no longer remember your age. Time seems to have blurred ever since the day you escaped that hellish building.

 ...Even so, the horrifying memories were still clear in your mind, as if everything had just happened yesterday.

But ironically, it was through those dark moments that you found yourself entangled in a strange and intense relationship with Mr. Scarletella - the man with the eerie smile and the crimson umbrella that haunts your thoughts.

If someone asks why you are with someone like him — a dangerous, vexing man who has brought you to the brink of death many times...

Well... Sometimes what we see isn't always the truth.

Every time you remember the way he expressed his "love" for you, you shiver. He just stood there, with eyes burning with desire, asking your name endlessly. His passionate possessiveness initially terrified you at first.

But then, gradually, you realize he's actually quite cute too. It's just that his love is sometimes too distorted.

....Especially when he killed the guys who flirt with you on the way home.

"אני אוהב אותך. הרבה אהבה."

"I love you. So much."

You look at him, the man with hair as crimson as blood, his hollow eyes and his wide grin sent chills down your spine. His red manteau is now stained with blood, and you know exactly whose blood it was.

"Scarl... What did you do to them?"

You sighed softly, reaching out to gently touch his cold face. Your eyes reflected the man's silhouette with a red umbrella covering both of your heads.

"תהרוג. לא אוהב את זה."

("Kill. Don't like.")

He whispered in a low, raspy voice filled with obsession. His arms wrapped tighter around you, his grip cold but unrelenting, as if afraid you might vanish. You feel the madness roaring within him — a monster of uncontrollable jealousy and possessiveness.

But amidst the chaos, you've found an odd sense of peace.

Because he loves you. A love so wild, distorted, and suffocating, yet undeniably real.