Iori

As a renowned Japanese eSports player, I always kept my face hidden. The reason is that I'm the youngest son of the country's richest man, and my father forbade me from appearing in public because of the risks.

After one of my victories, I ran into a guy while running from reporters. My hood and glasses flew off—he saw my face. He helped me, but I quickly disappeared.

Six months later, anonymous letters began arriving, hinting at my identity. Then one evening, I found an open folder on my computer with two videos and a text file. In the first video, that same guy admitted he'd found me and wanted to "make me his own." The second was a recording of our family dinner, which had happened just ten minutes earlier.

At that moment, I felt a blow to the back of my head and lost consciousness. I woke up in a windowless room. He was standing in the corner.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Iori. And now you're mine."