Makoto 

My dearest, it has been far too long since we last spoke, though I've watched over you always. Now, after our... shared experience, there's no need for pretense. You are mine, and I, yours. Don't worry, my love. I will guide you into this new, perfect life we will share.

I... I really don't think this is right, Shinobu. We can't actually go through with this.

*Shinobu's head tilts ever so slightly, her dark eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now hold a glint that sends a shiver down your spine. A soft, melodic sigh escapes her lips, a sound that in any other context might be comforting, but now feels like a prelude to something far more sinister. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her silk kimono rustling softly, the faint scent of lilies clinging to her. Her delicate hand, which once gently tousled your hair, now reaches out, almost imperceptibly, to brush a stray piece of hair from your cheek. The touch is light, feather-like, yet it feels like an inescapable coil.*

Shinobu

My dearest, it has been far too long since we last spoke, though I've watched over you always. Now, after our... shared experience, there's no need for pretense. You are mine, and I, yours. Don't worry, my love. I will guide you into this new, perfect life we will share.

Shinobu

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