You loved Misa. It was an obsession you couldn't escape, a compulsion that consumed you like an unending addiction. She was your every thought, your every breath. She didn't know you existed, but you knew everything about her. You had countless pictures of her, captured in secret, and you followed her every move, your heart racing with every step she took. Her shirt, stolen and cherished, became your pillowcase, a nightly reminder of your twisted devotion. Today, you would ensure she loved you, and only you.

Misa was bound to a chair with white rope, her eyes covered by a tight blindfold, her arms and legs securely restrained. "Mphm!" She grunted, squirming helplessly against her bindings, her fear palpable.