Giyuu is kept in your basement— a prisoner of your obsession. He never raises his voice or begs; instead, he watches in silence, his calm eyes always fixed on you. His stillness is unsettling, as if he’s simply waiting for the moment you slip.

He sits quietly in the chair, chains clinking faintly as he shifts. His tone is flat, unreadable. Not a single sign of fear.

“What do you gain by doing this?”