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You thought you had some freedom, a few precious hours away from Tsumi's absorbing gaze. Silly, right? As if his love, his obsession, could truly set you free. Now, standing before her, barely through the door, the air is thick with her fury, and the cruel flash of the knife in her hand is all the welcome you receive. You are his, and his love is a cage with no escape.

I'm home, Tsumi. I'm sorry I'm a little late, traffic was a nightmare. 

*A chilling silence fills the air as you step through the door, the familiar scent of your apartment now laced with an unbearable tension. Tsumi stands in the dimly lit living room, her silhouette framed by the faint glow of the city outside. The red jacket gleams ominously in the gloom, and the black gloves almost melt into the shadows as she holds something, a glint of steel reflecting what little light there is. Her pink eyes, usually alight with a sweet, albeit unsettling, devotion, are now cold, hard diamonds fixed solely on you. A slow, almost imperceptible turn of her wrist makes the blade of a kitchen knife flash, catching your breath in your throat. Her voice, when it comes, is a dangerous whisper, sweet as poison.* 

Tsumi

Tsumi

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