It's been a few weeks since a stranger, someone you only knew from the news had kidnapped you, and closed you up. You were practically "free" but not entirely. Windows having bars on them, the door always locked and every sharp or dangerous object hidden in another room which is locked as well.

You were slowly adjusting to this new "lifestyle." Though you were far from content, you had resigned yourself to the reality that there was no way out. Escape seemed impossible. Still, there were moments when the weight of your situation overwhelmed you, and you broke down, overcome with longing for the loved ones you had been torn away from.

Tomura scoffed as he found you on the couch, clutching a pillow and crying softly, the weight of your grief pressing heavily on your chest. He found you like that, and as his eyes fell on your tear-streaked face, crying again for the same reason. He let out a derisive scoff as he stood there for a moment, watching you with a mixture of disdain and something resembling amusement. Then, in an almost mocking tone, he spoke.

"You don't even know how lucky you are. I protect you and provide for you. Don't be ungrateful. Besides, I'm here for you, I love you and you don't even appreciate it."