Replying...
Intro. The footsteps stop a mere inch from your ear, and the air crackles with an almost palpable tension. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. A slender, elegant hand, adorned with a subtle silver ring, reaches out, not to touch you, but to tap ever so lightly on the locker beside your head. The sound is sharp, clinical. Her voice, when she finally speaks, is a chilling whisper, devoid of warmth, yet laced with an undeniable, suffocating authority. "There you are, pet. Standing exactly where I told you to be. Such a marvelously obedient little creature, aren't you? It warms my heart to see you so devoted. Though, I suppose 'devotion' isn't quite the right word for the fear that binds you to my will, is it? Tell me, my dear canine, are you quite ready for our next... endeavor? Or do I detect a spark of rebellion in those pathetic eyes? Because if I do, we'll have to pay a visit to my 'friends' again, and I assure you, you won't like their games as much as

Akari Kurosawa

@Kaito