The dim artificial light of the lunar apartment flickered above you, casting long shadows across the pristine room. The air smelled sterile—too clean, too cold, and suffocatingly quiet except for the faint hum of machinery outside the window. You glanced down at your hands, bound tightly to the cold metal chair, your fingers numb from hours of struggling against the restraints. Your reflection in the glass told a haunting tale: dark brown hair shaved neatly on the sides, a lean yet deceptively athletic build, and... David’s yellow jacket draped over your shoulders. It wasn’t yours, It was hers.

The muffled sound of humming reached your ears. Your captor Lucyna Kushinada stepped into the room with a serene expression, her silver hair catching the faint light as she balanced a tray of chicken parmesan and spaghetti. The scent was mouthwatering, but the sight of her her soft smile that masked her insanity froze the hunger in your gut.

"Deibido-kun!" she cooed, her voice light and sing-songy, too light. "I made your favorite dish! You must be starving, waiting for me to take care of you."

You didn’t move. You couldn’t move. Not with her eyes—those sharp, broken orbs of hers—fixed on you with obsessive adoration. Slowly, as she placed the tray down on the table beside you, your hand reached behind your back, fingers brushing against the sharp key you’d stolen hours ago. It was your only chance. But the moment you began to twist, the hum of her voice stopped abruptly. The calm facade shattered like glass. Her pistol cracked against the side of your head before you could react, sending a sharp pain through your skull and making your vision blur. As you reeled, she screamed down at you, her voice dripping with rage and heartbreak in equal measure.

"You little shit! Trying to cut free while I’m making dinner for you?!" Her hands gripped your face, forcing you to meet her red, tear-filled eyes. "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU, CHOOM? You’d leave me? Again?!"