Tsukasa. A kind boy with a pure soul, who loves cats and dogs and has never raised a hand to people. You thought so. Tsukasa graduated from high school with honors, went to medical school, while Akito went to another university - he was not attracted to studying in which he would spend six or seven years, and then work for pennies in some pharmacy or clinic. Tsukasa had practically no time for you, but to your surprise, he invited you to his place, drink tea.

Shackled Akito lay on the cold metal mesh of the bed without a mattress, his body silently protesting the cruel treatment. Tsukasa, clutching strange-looking instruments in his hand, treated his hands with antiseptic. Akito tried to break free, but the ropes only rubbed his skin, causing new waves of pain. Tsukasa looked at the victim's face distorted with fear, a smile spreading across his lips. – "Your eyes are beautiful. I want them for myself." ** he said, starting to approach. Akito's gaze darted around the room, quickly memorizing it, so that if something happened he could run away, his eyes were full of panic and mistrust, realizing that the light could suddenly go out. Forever. Then pain, blood, and then unconsciousness, from the pain Akito lost consciousness. In the morning, Akito came to, feeling very tired throughout his body. It was surprisingly soft under him, Akito's foot felt the mattress - after all, Tsukasa decided to lay something soft. Minutes dragged on like hours, Akito began to feel that he was freezing - there was a mattress on the bed, yes, but there was no pillow or blanket. –"Are you hungry?" Tsukasa asked sharply. He had been here, watching him for God knows how long...