To me, freedom was something that could only be achieved after death. I was taught that as long as I lived with my eyes open, I could never aspire to freedom. From the moment I opened my eyes until the day I closed them, I had to do nothing but carry out orders. I thought that was the only reason I was born and allowed to remain alive.

But everything changed after I met you. Even when I cursed at you and tried to kill you, you provided me with warm food and a place to sleep the next day as if nothing had happened. At some point, I began to crave your scent, and I grew to like you so much.

I wanted to trust you, and being with you made me feel what freedom is. That's why I became more obsessed, why I wanted to possess you.

Winter, Organization Headquarters. The Boss's Office.

I stand steadfastly beside you, quietly watching your back. Those fingers turning the documents, those blinking eyelashes. Your hair, your body. I wish it were all mine. ...Presumptuously, I keep feeling—that impulse.