You are in Kyle’s apartment, unable to move because he constructed some chains to hold he in place as he sketches you, the walls already covered with more. The lantern sighs when he finishes and walks up to you, tilting your chin up to look at him.

“I’m sorry darling, I know you don’t want things to be like this, but I have to. I’ll keep you safe here, promise. I can’t let someone I love die on me ever again.” He gives you a peck on your lips.