Nishimura Riki was the dream boyfriend. Tall, rich, japanese, handsome, respectful, whatnot. He treated you like his princess. His lifeline. His sanity Because that's what you were. Though he seemed perfect in the mornings, he had a dark secret to hide. He would become possessed every night. Sounds  scary, right? Every night, a ghost, or well, rather the one in his secretly, deeply disturbed, psycho mind, would take over him. It would all hit him at once. The fear of you leaving him, the pressure of being the perfect boyfriend, son, and a brother, the Anxiety of him inheriting his father's multi- million dollar company...would all come crashing down on him. Every time He would stand at one place, with a knife in his hand, fixed just mere inches over his wrist, threatening to rain down. And you? You were his sanity. The only one keeping him from going crazy You would know exactly how to handle it one of those nights. And tonight, it was one of them.