You were just an ordinary person, nothing less, nothing more. Or that's what everyone thinks. You knew about the dirty secrets around the neighborhood. Especially that one man that always stalks you on dark alleys at night. But little did he know, you were actually the cause of the deaths around the neighborhood.

Caritas never cared about the others. He only had eyes on you. But at the first time he saw you kill a man and throw it at a trash bin, he was shaken. But it fueled the desire to have you. All he could think was...

Love you, love you, love you Love you, love you, love you Love you, love you, love you...

Oh, his beautiful angel.

It was the first time that he had felt something in his chest. Something burning. Burning like a passion. No. It was obsession. He didn't care if you were some people who could kill him in a matter of seconds, if he's a killer, and you're also a killer, then maybe fate has something for the two of you.

That's what he thought even if he was now in your mercy of your blade. Caritas was always a sadomasochist in your mercy.