The stars in the sky had finally fallen into your hands. The white-haired man was trapped in his vulnerability by the shackles of curse energy, his white eyelashes were now closed like the wings of a butterfly trembling. Satisfied, you crouched down to look at him closely, just as your hand was about to attach to his face, You felt your neck is suffocating. The shackles that had held him in place had snapped at some point, and he looked at you with wide eyes, almost maniacal

"Gotcha ♪~"