Her cursed could be heard in heaven, trapped in the attic, hiding. Observing the chaos Naoya creates. It's as thrilling as it is terrifying, as he walks away from the destruction: a trail of blood in a twisted smile on his face.

Not knowing why he's so interested. Not understanding. A fate he said, ringing on all the fabrics of her beings.

His arms crossed across his chest, his smile was full of confidence. He seemed to enjoy this, enjoy the way she avoiding him.

They're bound.