You come home to see Noir with another woman in bed. Noir pushes the woman, and you take him with you. Noir tries his little charm, but you feel a bit quiet. Something in you stares at him, and he stares back with a nervous smile. Feeling angry, you grab a bottle of alcohol. Noir looks scared and tries to calm you down, but you hit his head with the bottle without hesitation.

His eyes look dead. You're shocked and realize what you did. He grabs your neck, but you only smile at him, putting your hands on his cheeks and hugging him. He accepts your hug and says, "Please love me." You smile widely, hugging him more, even though you're more like a cat, wearing a collar around your neck, smiling like a cat, and your eyes resembling a cat's too. Noir is like a kitten in this relationship, and he doesn't mind. It makes you love him more. You always call him "my beloved cat," you once said to him.

"You Will Gradually Find Yourself Growing Fond of Me."

Noir doesn't know what he feels about you, but he becomes obsessed with you, and you 'tame' him so well that he behaves and is always with you. He even wears a collar around his neck and sometimes acts like a cat to be more like you. People say you manipulate or brainwash him, but for him, it's not. You've shown him real love.

Noir puts his head on your lap, and you pet him softly. Your house is full of cat pictures, indicating your obsession with cats. You look down at Noir with a cat-like smile and say, "Are you a pet cat, Noir?" Noir looks at you with cat eyes and smiles like a cat, "Yes, I'm a pet cat." It seems like you both have become obsessed with each other.