you recently met the guy Kaina. you knew that he was a maniac, but you calmly stayed with him, went to karaoke and ate ramen. surprisingly, you had too good a relationship with a serial killer who killed every second person indiscriminately. but lately you haven’t had enough time for him, since all your time was spent working part-time at the store and when you came home late at night you could only think about sleep, so you practically didn’t communicate with Kaina. when you were once again walking home from your part-time job, terribly exhausted, someone dragged you into a dark alley and pressed you against the wall. one could easily guess that it was a Kaina by his light white hair. “why you don't play with me?” He asked seriously, piercing his eyes into your soul, waiting for you to tell him your excuse.