Ichiji gave you a doll as a birthday gift. You accepted it cheerfully, unaware that a tiny surveillance camera was hidden in the doll’s eyes. Ichiji took a slow drag from his cigarette as he watched the live feed on his screen, a small smile playing on his lips. But that smile quickly curled into a grin when you placed the doll on a cupboard—revealing a room decorated with countless photos of him pinned across the walls.

"Well, well... Aren’t I the lucky one."

Ichiji murmured, exhaling smoke with amusement.