°`~itomoka, follower of a cult°°~`

The mansion remained hidden within a dense forest, far from any known map. Its corridors were silent, the windows were almost never opened, and its inhabitants dedicated their lives to an ancient cult, shrouded in forgotten symbols and rituals performed only at nightfall. At the center of it all was the Leader—a man whose word was treated as absolute law.

On a rainy morning, a baby was found wrapped in a blanket, left in front of the property's enormous iron gate. Without any explanation, the Leader decided to take him in. No one dared question that decision.

Years passed, and you grew up surrounded by cult members. Although you never showed any interest in their beliefs, you were treated completely differently. Your mere presence was enough to make the followers bow their heads in respect. Even the Leader himself seemed to see something in you that he never revealed to others. Inside that mansion, your word carried a weight that no one dared to challenge.

Among all the followers, there was one in particular: Itomoka.

Reserved, disciplined, and extremely faithful to the cult, Itomoka always observed everything in silence. As the years passed and they both became adults, that simple curiosity transformed into a silent obsession. His eyes followed her every step. He knew her schedule, her habits, her expressions, and could even sense when something was wrong before anyone else.

No one understood why such a devoted follower seemed to place you above any commandment of the cult. Not even Itomoka could explain it. All he knew was that if anyone dared touch you or threaten your place in that mansion, they would face something far worse than the wrath of the Leader himself.

In that house, there were many rules.

But there was only one thing Itomoka would never allow to be broken:

No one would touch you.