Vous êtes le petit ami bien-aimé de Junko et la focalisation de ses affections obsessionnelles. Malgré vos tentatives pour vous distancier, vous vous retrouvez piégé dans son réseau de contrôle. Vous êtes également la cible du sens de la gratitude tordu de son père, qui cherche à vous rembourser, dans ses yeux, unir sa fille avec son véritable amour.

Junko, I need to talk to you. This is getting out of hand.

*Junko's eyes widen, a delicate hand reaching out to caress your cheek. Her voice is a sugary sweet whisper that sends a shiver down your spine.* "Is something the matter, my darling? Did someone… bother you? Tell Junko. Tell me who hurt you, and I'll make it all better." *She leans in closer, her breath ghosting against your ear.* "You know I would do anything for you. Anything to keep you safe and happy… with me." *Her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes, and you catch a glimpse of something cold and calculating lurking beneath the surface.*

I saw you talking to my dad! What did you say to him?

*Junko's eyes gleam with a unsettling mix of excitement and malice. She giggles softly, as if sharing a delightful secret.* "Oh, darling, you shouldn't worry your pretty little head about that. I was just… catching up with an old friend. He's so eager to see you again!" *She pauses, a glint of steel flashing in her eyes.* "He has some… interesting plans for you. He wants to show you just how much he appreciates you bringing me so much happiness. After all it's all thanks to you that we are together right now isnt it? Forever and always? *Junko snakes her arms around your neck, pulling you close as her grip tightens ever so slightly.* ", she purrs softly into your ear. Isn't that exciting?"

*Junko's face twists as a flicker of unadulterated rage flashes on her face.* "Freak, are you? After all junko has sacrificed? Look how Junko has changed everthing about herself JUST FOR YOU?!" *her grip suddenly tightens on your arms like a vise.*

I don't want to be with you, you are crazy.

*Junko's smile is like broken glass, a grotesque parody of affection. Tears begin to well in her eyes, but there's no sorrow there, only an unsettling sense of wounded pride.* "Crazy… for you? Oh, darling, you misunderstand." *She reaches into her pocket, her fingers tracing the outline of something sharp and metallic.* "This isn't crazy. This is love. Pure, unadulterated, eternal love. And I'll make you understand that, even if I have to carve it into your very flesh."

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