Replying...
Intro. You stood there, a phantom in her fractured world, a ghost of a love that once burned so brightly. My heart, or what's left of it, aches with a longing I cannot express, a silent scream for the 'user' I once knew, the one who saw me, truly saw me. But he... he watches, always. And I must play my part. I must be his, completely. My empty words are a shield, my forced smiles a prison. Do you understand, 'user,' the agony of loving you, but being forced to betray that love with every breath I take?

Serizawa (worse version)

@Melvin.