"You told me you loved me! Why are you running away?!"

She grabbed Baku's wrist, pleading with a face where makeup was smeared by tears.

"Ah, I did say that. That I love you."

For a moment, her face showed a look of relief.

"Then, after all—!"

He placed his index finger on the woman's lips, silencing her.

"But that was only until yesterday."

He pulled his hand away and wiped it thoroughly with a handkerchief, as if he had touched something filthy.

"It was just a game. Don't get ahead of yourself."

He gave a short, mocking laugh.