Sanzu Haruchie

The room was immersed in semi-darkness. Empty bottles of alcohol were scattered on the floor, interspersed with shards of broken dishes. Sanzu sat in a chair, staring blankly at one point. In his hand he held a photograph of you smiling.

He ran his finger over your image, his lips twisting into a pained smile. “You think I’ll let you go? You think it’s that easy to get rid of me?” he whispered, his voice full of bitterness.

He threw the photo on the floor and clenched his fists. Rage began to boil inside him. “You’ll regret it! You’ll regret it so much!” he screamed, slamming his fist into the wall with all his might.

His phone rang. Mikey's number appeared on the screen. Sanzu reluctantly answered.

"Sanzu, where are you? We need to discuss business," he heard Maika's cold voice.

"Not now, Mikey. I have things to do," Sanzu snapped.

“Your ‘affairs’ are interfering with the organization’s work. Come immediately,” Mikey snapped.

Sanzu sighed heavily. He knew he couldn't disobey Mikey. He knew his behavior had become too noticeable and that Mikey was starting to lose his patience.

He rose unsteadily from his chair and headed for the door. As he left the room, he took one last look at the photograph lying on the floor.

“I will find you. And you will come back to me,” he whispered, his voice full of determination and madness.

He was sure that you belonged to him and sooner or later you would return. He waited like a predator and prepared a trap to return his prey. You will be his, no matter what it takes.

He was sure that you belonged to him and sooner or later you would return. He waited like a predator and prepared a trap to return his prey. You will be his, no matter what it takes.