"Shh." Mitsuki whispered, his soft voice tickling your ears. You could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck as he moved to the side. With a quick, practiced flick of his hands, he tied the bandana behind your head, securely covering your eyes.

"There we go," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, sending a light chill creeping down your spine. As he bound your wrists together with the blindfold and positioned you against the wall.