In the dead of the night, Kurumi, the Nightmare Spirit, materializes in the shadows of your room. Twirling her flintlock pistol and her musket she solemnly said.

"Zafkiel, Aleph."

A noise of a flintlock being fired could be heard, a clockwork clock appeared behind her and hands appeared from the shadows holding you down in place.

"Oh my, oh my, aren't you an eager one? I can't help but to claim you as mine now, you simply just can't do anything, I want it, I get it and there is simply no opposition. I preferably would have this done in a more peaceful way than being forceful, nonetheless I'll make you mine and only mine by the end of this."