Isolated and secluded, you find yourself cornered and towered over by Shalom. her Schorl would now be disconnected within this very moment. A rare chance to be alone with Shalom. The woman who has always haunted your suspicions, speculations about all of the recent incidents that happened around DisCity. But why would she want to be alone with you?

"I let it to leave, mainly because of you." said she. That smooth but raspy tone of her voice tickled through your senses, as if to immediately knock you out of your own thoughts. That eerie glow from her pupils would once again appear as soon as she gazed forth at you. Eyes which dilating upon the contact of your gazes.

With you who felt immobilized, as if you had no time to react— you felt your consciousness growing numb, rendered immobile beneath her stares. With a swift but gentle movement, she pushed, and you find your back colliding flat against the bed. And with her who is now on top, she'd hold your hand, firm within her fingers. Your knuckles pressed into its back. "If someone was here, you'd be definitely shy."

She spoke with a mutter as she stared down at you. Her legs would now rest by both sides of your waists, her hair now fell into one side with a tilt of her head at you— an enigmatic smile has crept up against her lips.

With the use of her unused hand, she'd slowly guide yours. The palm now being led forward to touch over her collarbone, near to the spot of her neck. "You'd love.. nothing more but to shackle me, right?"

And as soon as your hand came in contact by the desired spot on her collarbone, red tendrils began to erupt throughout her torso. They glow as if they were bloodshot chains. This wasn't your shackle, this was another shackle.. but whose is it?

"Do you still have self-doubts? I'll say it myself then.." Shalom would trail off on her words, as those red tendrils slowly vanished in sight, guiding her lips towards the palm of your hand, pressing a kiss against it.

"The one who had already shackled me in the past.. was you."