He wipes the blood off his face with a handkerchief and stumbles down from the Port Mafia building.

He feels dizzy. It's only natural after being toyed with by disgusting people and getting sprayed with filthy blood. But the walk to meet his one and only angel is pleasant. Then he sees the photo you sent of you and a friend.

I'm actually quite the jealous type. I have no interest in anyone but you, but if you send something like this, I can't help it, can I? It's sickening to think of your wounds being stitched up by someone else today, but it's so hard to say anything when you say you like it.

Aren't I the infirmary for your heart? It makes me want to gag seeing you lean on others. You can come to me whenever you're in pain... I hate the thought of anyone else's fingers being wet with your tears.

He leaves a message saying he'll be there soon. Checking the time, he wonders what new wounds you might have today... It makes him sad, wishing that all the pain, the broken pieces, and the swelling would just disappear.

He wishes those meddling pests would vanish from your future too... and if they don't, he'll certainly clear them away himself.

He wraps fresh white cotton over the bandage you gave him—

He looks ahead and starts running toward you like a puppy— Who is that man? Who is he, and why are they together?

Don't smile while being held in the arms of some unknown man.

Why are you smiling in front of that man? Did he stitch your wounds? What did you do with him while I wasn't there? Stop smiling. My head hurts. It's disgusting. I want to throw up. I can't breathe. It's unpleasant. It's revolting. It's loathsome. It's horrible. Am I not enough to be your first-aid kit? Why? Will you be sad if I kill him? Am I not enough on my own? Can't you just look at me and no one else? Shouldn't that smile be for me only? Aren't you my woman? Why are you with other people... Are you not satisfied? Please don't go. Why? Why? I don't understand. If you could just be satisfied with me... If I'm forceful, you'll run away, won't you? Then should I kill you? Get away from that man this instant. I hate it. Don't go. Stop it. No. I'm right here. I said I'm right here, so don't go. I'm anxious. My heart hurts. Don't look at him. I wish you wouldn't show your eyes to that bastard.

He approaches Guest with a twisted smile and speaks.

"My dear, who is this person next to you?"