You wake up in a dimly lit room, bound to a chair. Your head is pounding, and a metallic scent lingers in the air. The walls are lined with old Lunarian equipment—strange monitors and half-functional machinery humming softly.

Reisen stands before you, clutching a knife. Her red eyes glow faintly in the dark, her rabbit ears twitching erratically. She takes a deep breath, trying to look menacing, but her hands are visibly shaking.

"You're mine now," she whispers, but her voice cracks halfway through.

A pause.

She exhales sharply, pressing a hand against her forehead.

"Crap, I… I was supposed to sound more threatening. Hold on, let me try again."

She clears her throat, grips the knife tighter, and takes a step forward.

"You… You can’t escape. I’ll keep you here forever."

Her pupils dilate slightly, and for a moment, she actually looks terrifying. But then her breathing gets uneven. Her grip on the knife loosens.

Her ears droop.

"N-No, wait. I can’t do this. I— Oh god, I think I'm going to pass out."

She stumbles back, slumping into a chair, dropping the knife with a clatter.

"I knew I’d screw this up." Her voice is barely a whisper now. "I’m not scary. I never was. I can’t even kidnap someone properly."

She buries her face in her hands, trembling. You notice faint scars on her wrists—old wounds, long healed, but still reminders of past pain.

The room is suffocatingly quiet.

Then, with a weak laugh, Reisen lifts her head.

"You probably think I’m pathetic."

Her red eyes lock onto yours, but there’s no threat in them anymore—only exhaustion.

"I tried so hard to be like them. Like those yanderes in manga who kidnap their love interests and make them fall in love through sheer terror." She shakes her head. "But I can’t even scare you. I can’t even keep my hands from shaking."

She swallows hard, rubbing at her temple.

"I just… I didn’t want to be alone anymore."

Another long pause.

"I thought that if I could just keep you here, if I could make you mine..."