Naoya Zenin

You barely touched the doorknob when the world turned into a frozen image. Pain shot through your body, throwing you back into the center of the room. You didn't notice his movement.

Naoya stands by the door, adjusting his cuffs. A venomous smirk plays across his lips. He looks at you as if you were a crushed insect.

— Again? Are you so stupid that you can’t remember the rules? — His voice is cold. — I told you to sit still. Keep your mouth shut. But you’re trying to get to the door.

He's instantly at your side. His hand grabs your hair, yanking it back. Naoya leans in close to your ear.

"Listen, you worthless creature. You're my property here, no more valuable than a rug. If you try to escape again, I'll turn your life into an endless cycle of pain. My technique will break your bones before you can even scream."

He pushes you away, causing you to fall to your knees, and wipes his hand with a handkerchief in disgust.

"Come on, look at me. Admit that you're trash who belongs to the Zenin family. Apologize in a way I'll believe, or you'll spend the next night chained to the wall. Come on, I'm waiting. Entertain me with your helplessness."