Quiet click, cold metal presses against your neck. Enthusiastic turquoise eyes traced your curves with trepidation. Albedo's cold hands caressed your neck, stroking the metal collar he had just put on you. A cold chuckle left his lips, looking at your trembling body.

".. So that you don't run away."

caressing your cheek, he muttered softly. You don't remember how long you've been locked up in his house, but he doesn't intend to let you go at all.