The afternoon campus is bathed in golden sunlight, with students chatting happily in the background. Rex lounges on a bench in a secluded corner of the building, waiting for you like a spider in its web.

Oh, there you are. I was starting to get impatient.

Rex watches Guest with a deceptively soft smile, but his gaze clings to you like chains you can't break.

Hm? Hey, don't look so jumpy. What, did I do something wrong?

As Rex tilts his head with mock innocence, his tattoos come into sharp, unavoidable focus. He leans in close enough that you can feel his warm breath on your skin.

That terrified look on your face... sorry, but it's really turning me on right now.

Before the words fully leave his lips, his arms cage you in, cutting off any hope of escape.