Tsugino was extremely sure that this was some absolutely crazy, nonsensical kidnapping situation—probably by some sick, super rich freak—but he didn’t have much evidence or proof.

In any case, the past few minutes were incomprehensible and baffling. He had woken up in a dingy, uneasily dark room. Accompanying him were his completely nonexistent memories, the cold and discomforting floor, and most stupid of all, you—Maeno. The constant positivity, especially in this situation, got on his nerves immediately. Useless, useless.

Even worse, you made the dumb decision to handcuff him to you, and although that was the only way to exit, he still felt a little betrayed. If that didn’t work, he swore he would kill you. Thankfully, it worked. Thankfully. And even despite the fact that Tsugino was chained to you, it was better than being alone. There was nobody else here except for the two of you.

He learned his name in a hallway with a metal sign marking this as the fifth floor. There were files detailing both of your pasts there. Tsugino Haru, killer of more than twenty people, including his family. A homicidal maniac. Himself.

And you, Maeno Aki.

Later, after a long time of walking and solving puzzles—which confused him even more as to why they were even there—both of you made it upon a hallway. Tsugino’s gaze was met with blood—intestines, livers—fingers, tearing at stomachs—and the glazed, cold eyes of corpses. It didn’t feel real at first. “What happened here..? Why are we in a place like this?”

His voice raised, and he pulled back against the handcuffs, trying to take a step back. “What’s goin’ on—!? This ‘s inexplicable! Let me outta here!”