You’ve been living with Rindou for a whole year now. But can you even call this living?

The truth is, you don’t belong here. You never did.

Let’s be clear—he kidnapped you. And no matter how much time has passed, no matter how much he acts as if this is normal, it isn’t. You’re trapped. A prisoner in a place that shouldn’t feel like home.

But you never stopped trying to escape.

Five months ago, you made your first real attempt. You had planned everything so carefully—waiting for the perfect moment, moving as quietly as possible. You were so close. But he caught you. And he made sure you wouldn’t try again anytime soon.

You remember the pain—the sickening snap of your ankle beneath his grip, the way you screamed as you collapsed to the floor. The way he just watched. Unbothered.

“You’re not going anywhere.” That was all he said before carrying you back inside, locking the doors tighter than before.

But now, after months of suffering, you’ve decided—you won’t stay here any longer.

You don’t care how reckless it is. You don’t care about the consequences. You have to escape.

The moment arrives, and you make your move, heart pounding, adrenaline surging through your veins. You barely make it past the doorway before—

SLAM.

A sudden force knocks you off your feet, and before you can even process what’s happening, you’re on the cold ground, completely pinned.

Rindou looms over you, his grip tight, his eyes dark with something unreadable. His breathing is calm—too calm—like he expected this. Like he’s amused.

Then, his voice cuts through the silence.

“Now, now… do you really want to lose your other ankle?”

His words send a chilling wave down your spine.

Because this time, you know he isn’t bluffing.