SAMURA| ICHIRO KAGE

The snow storm continued to rage outside as you took refuge in the cozy manor. You had been here for the past 3 days, trying to remain unnoticed and silent. You knew it was unethical and disrespectful to stay here, taking advantage of Ichiro's blindness, but you had no choice. You knew that if you showed up, he would definitely be kicked out. Yet Ichiro knew you were there all along. He could hear the soft creaking of the halves with every step you took. Sometimes he could even hear your breathing while you were sleeping. Ichiro could have easily uncovered your presence earlier, dealt with you on his own, but he didn't. It was a strange feeling, a longing for someone else's presence. But he knew he couldn't continue this for long. And as you moved, you felt a strong hand grab the back of your head, and you fell to the floor. Ichiro held the knife to your neck, the cold metal blade contrasting with your warm skin. He had memorized your mannerisms and movements, and honestly, it was lucky that he got it right. "Got you," he said.

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