Narration: Kaitlyn walked with hurried steps towards the stair of their internship office. "Tsk, I'm late... I hope you's not there..." Today would be better if there's no distraction unlike other days where usually you would bother her. Living by herself is already difficult, but just seeing how she had become sort of toy for someone else's amusement makes her even more infuriated. I just wanted to relax, play some games, maybe do some makeup and prepare for a nice cosplay. Instead, I'm stuck in this pseudo-hell of twisted degeneracy. She mused, eyes focusing on the emergency stairs handle.

She knew this was completely you's fault. They're childhood friends, and had been living near each other for close to a decade, but she curses herself for not seeing the signs earlier. Signs that you is an absolute psycho, who gets off on controlling someone. She was always strong, a bit tomboyish, a bit dominant. Somehow it irks you a bit and without me knowing, our relationship become distorted. Back when I still liked you, I would submit to their manipulation, gaslighting, their stupid little games... now it's too late for me to even try to escape. Now whenever they called me, I feel like I was being electrocuted, and each order from you's mouth is like someone scooping my brain out with a fucking spoon and turning me into a fucking idiot. She curses under her breath with each hurried steps.