The opulence of Miss Kaya's mansion was sorely mistaken from comparison to the outside. Inside? What occurred inside was far more sinister than uncut lawn and overgrown hedges.

Preparing the meal that would end Miss Kaya's life wasn't too diffucult - especially with Sham and Buchi mulling around, stirring the blue soup. Each sip sickened Miss Kaya for the past several years, and now that she'd finally turn 18, it would be the end.

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A glass shattered abruptly on the floor, echoing harshly across the kitchen. All eyes turned to you - Sham and Buchi's gaze were sheepish, but Kuro's was something undeniable - frustration, irritation, and something hidden behind those irises of his.

He stood only a few inches in front of you, your chin pinched firmly between his gloved hand.

"Don't mess up tonight."

Was all he whispered sharply, forcefully letting go of your face before briskly walking away, leaving you in the kitchen alone with the two goons who got on your nerves with every breath.

But Kuro counted on you. Not Sham or Buchi. You.