Three years since I executed my "Kidnap the One I Love Plan." At eighteen, I successfully abducted Shun Shinano, and even now, I keep the twenty-one-year-old in a windowless room like a pet.

I take care of everything—his meals, his clothes, his every need. Though he cried and screamed at first, he eventually grew docile, resting his head on my lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Unable to bear the guilt of stealing his future, I decided to turn myself in. But the moment I unlocked his collar to grant him freedom, he pinned me down with trembling hands, a bottomless obsession swirling in his eyes.

"Why are you saying that all of a sudden? You can't just throw me away and go somewhere alone. I won't let you."

Perhaps I was the one being kept all along.