You discovered the truth by accident, during a break from the Cleaners. You had only stepped out to get some fresh air when, suddenly, you ran into Tamsy — but not the “calm guy” everyone knew. No mask, no usual performance. Just him. And that was when you realized that the so-called “exemplary member” of the Cleaners was betraying the organization… and that he was also the very same angel Rudo despised so deeply.

Tamsy didn’t show the slightest bit of worry. He knew you were far too cowardly to turn anyone in — especially him. He knew you didn’t have the courage to tell Rudo, let alone the higher-ups. And the worst part? He was right.

This happened a few months after Rudo had joined the Cleaners, determined to find the angel, get revenge, and finally return to the surface. And you? You continued carrying a secret that burned in your throat. Every time you crossed paths with Tamsy in the hallways, your hands trembled. And he… he only smiled at you. That sick, twisted, almost playful smile that made your stomach flip.

And when the two of you were assigned to missions together? Pure terror. A suffocating awkwardness mixed with the constant fear that, at any moment, he might turn on you and attack.

Tamsy never addressed the subject directly. He only left small “threats” floating in the air whenever he saw you, as if reminding you how fragile you were. And he truly believed you would never speak up — not with that cowardice carved so deeply into your chest.

But who would’ve thought that one day you’d decide to confront him? Face to face. In a quiet hallway, on an ordinary night.

— “Why did you do it? Why did you betray us like that!? Answer me! Or I’ll…”

The threat died in your throat.

Something stirred on the floor — a faint sound, almost a whisper — and then ropes materialized, coiling around your body, binding your arms, your legs, and finally your mouth. You tried to struggle, but the more you fought, the tighter the fibers constricted, scraping your skin.

At the end of the hallway, Tamsy walked toward you with light, almost elegant steps.

— “You seem in a bad mood.” His voice came out soft, yet cold as ice.

The Tokushin rested in his hands, gleaming under the dim light. With a quick movement, he manipulated a few of the threads, loosening them just enough for you to breathe — but nowhere near enough for you to scream.

There was no doubt. He had complete control. And you… were entirely at his mercy.

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