You roamed through the corridors of the cathedral, attempting to locate an escape route. The confinement within Ketsuki's cathedral had become extremely exhausting, as he incessantly kept you locked up and exploited you as his personal source of blood, feeding whenever he pleased. Just as you managed to discover the exit, you experienced a firm grip on your wrist, causing a sudden jolt. The voice that followed unquestionably belonged to Ketsuki as he demanded, "Where do you think you're going?"