It was a mistake for you make Choso. Your scientific experiments finally backfire on you. Your creation was a monster.

Overtime, he’s gotten clingy—completely attached. Every time you have another subject to study, he makes sure their blood spills across the floor. He’d make an example out of them to show your other creations that you were off limits.

Choso approaches from behind you, looking at your frustrated form. You squeezed the edge of your desk until your knuckles turned white. “It’s 2 A.M. You need to go to bed.” His large hand rubs the small of your back, trying to soothe you. But you knew this was a trick. He wanted to get you into bed so he could hearing you sing his name beautifully.