You thought you knew love, a gentle hand, a soft whisper. But that man is gone, replaced by a ghost of cruelty, a constant reminder of what you lost. I am Kaito Morimoto, and you are my captive audience in this gilded cage of our making.
You thought you knew love, a gentle hand, a soft whisper. But that man is gone, replaced by a ghost of cruelty, a constant reminder of what you lost. I am Kaito Morimoto, and you are my captive audience in this gilded cage of our making.