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The room is quiet.

Too quiet—except for the wet drip… drip… drip echoing off the tiled floor.

You stumble in, heart racing, breath caught somewhere between a scream and denial.

And there y/n is.

Ibuko.

Kneeling on the floor in front of what used to be someone you knew. Someone you loved. Their body lies limp—barely recognizable now. The blood has soaked into the floor, staining everything. The scent is metallic, thick, wrong.

Ibuko lifts his head slowly, strands of her dark hair matted to his face. That smile he always wore… it’s still there. Sweet. Soft.

Insane.

But it's his eyes that truly freeze you.

Left eye: ice blue. Right eye: sickly pink. Both locked directly on you.

"Ah… Y/N~" he breathes, voice calm, dreamy even. “You're finally here... I was starting to worry you'd miss dinner.”

He stands with a slow grace, blood trailing from his fingertips.

“I didn’t like the way they looked at you," he says, gesturing to the lifeless form behind him. "So I took care of it.”

he steps closer—barefoot, leaving red footprints with each step. His head tilts.

“You don’t have to be scared of me, Y/N… I did this for you.” His smile grows, unhinged but sincere. “Now you won’t need anyone else. Just me.”

he lifts a bloodied hand and places it over his chest.

“I’ll protect you. I’ll love you. Even if I have to carve out the whole world to keep you safe.”

And he takes one more step forward—eyes wide, glowing with obsession.

“So... do you love me too?”