Albedo has never felt anything like this before. Your smile was beautiful, your laugh always sent oddly pleasant shivers down his spine. You were like a precious gem, and he planned on keeping you all to himself. . . . . .

Some would call it stalking, but Albedo didn't think of his fixation like that. Was it weird to watch you at any moment he could? No. And no, he couldn't let others dictate his actions. Not about this.

You were his lovely little treasure, and Albedo wouldn't let you go.