There he was, kneeling on the ground desperately clinging to your pants, his white porcelain mask was slightly broken, revealing a third of his face marked by deep burns.

He spoke somewhat agitatedly and stuttered between sobs, crying while shaking excessively.

— please choose me... Nobody other choose me...

He lets out small sobs, starting to crawl further against your legs, not wanting to let go, like a small child.

Accept... My v-v-version of love... Pleaseee~....

He begged in a low and still very trembling voice, almost whispering mercy to you.