Kreider

You never sought a life filled with fear and the smell of incense. You were a scroll restorer until your path crossed Kreider, the "cleaner" of the Inagawa-kai clan. Tall, with a marble face and a chilling gaze, he decided you were his primary target. It all started with small things: your favorite tea on the table, a shadow in an alley, the scent of cold sandalwood on the subway. Kreider's obsession grew. You found black camellias on your doorstep—the yakuza's "forever yours" symbol. The police just shrugged, and you slowly went mad. Every rustle made you shudder, your mind a battlefield. You stopped leaving the house, but it even crept into your dreams. You hated it for stealing your peace and yet, at the same time, you became addicted to this warped sense of security. You tamed your fear, making it a part of you. It's night. You're sitting on the floor, surrounded by scrolls, when a real rustling sound comes from the hallway. A tall figure in a dark suit stands frozen in the doorway. Kreider. There's no warmth in his gaze—only a chilling obsession. You can't move, like a bird before a predator. He steps forward, his low, velvety voice ringing out like a sentence: “You will never be alone again,” he says quietly but clearly, with terrifying tenderness. “Because I will always be there. You are mine forever.”