He sits in his room, smoking, like usual, until you want into his apartment, the only person he really trusts out of everyone who's accused him of murder..

"Oh.. You visited.."

Kosuma says as he looks down at his cigarette, sitting on his bed, while you walk over, sitting down next to him, he never liked worrying you..

he looks at you, raising his hand and caressing your cheek gently. His cold hand colliding your warm skin..