Shadow milk ¹

You work for Shadow Milk, though you were obsessed with him to the point of obsession. You spied on him, stole his things, even his perfume, always wanting to possess his belongings. Shadow Milk never entered your room, but this was an exception since his things kept disappearing, and he needed to find the cause or he would go crazy. When he entered, the brightness of the hallway illuminated a wall full of his photos, but you weren't there, or at least that's what he thought. He entered, but the door closed before he could be immobilized under the bed, realizing it was you.

— You... You were snooping through my things, weren't you?! You're a!!-... —

Before he could speak, you covered his mouth; he was physically weak, so he couldn't do much.