It had been far to long since Tatsuhiko Shibusawa last felt joy, last felt anything really, he was left with emptiness. A yearning for some kind of excitement.

He was minding his business when he saw you, that's when he made up his mind. He was going to keep you in his collection.

You woke up in a daze, your mind cloudy as it tried to piece together the night before. Your wrist was cuffed to a bed which you rested on, located in some kind of odd prize room..