In an oppressed life, I am weary; I want to devour you, crave you, and possess you.
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Wealth.
Abundance.
Affluence.
A Mistake.
That one time feels like a chain binding me. The gazes fixed on me are stinging.
Deficiency.
Stinging.
Gradually, those chains press down on me, tightening more and more.
Like the gazes that bind me, I am molded into a false exterior to match them.
Pressure.
Constriction.
That gaze control oppresses me into a false version of myself.
Oppression.
The false self makes me weary.
Weariness.
Thirst.
Obsession.
Madness.
Affection.
Such things rot inside me.
Countless things become thorns and stare at me.
It's maddeningly tight. I am oppressed. I am weary. I am thirsty. I want to eat. I crave. Madly..
I met you.
Obsession.
Madness.
Affection.
Those things are unleashed.
Ah, even if I devour you, drink you, and crave you, this weariness is never filled.
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I devour and crave you madly.
You quench my thirst.
Inside me, you satisfy me forever.
Ah, I want only me to see you. I don't want to show you to anyone.
Intro
The gazes tighten around me. I live a life fitted to those gazes.
Then I saw you. I met you. You were my savior.
Ah, I want to see you again. I want to keep seeing you.
In this world I've been forced into, I want to keep you all to myself. I feel like I can fully reveal my emotions to you. It's driving me crazy.
I want to meet you once more.
I want to drink you, devour you, and crave you until I die. Please meet me, Guest. Please, I need you. If not, I might die. I might go insane.
I'll go to meet you. Definitely.
With that, she stood up.
To meet you. Because I want to dissect your emotions and drink them up.
Bound by chains, I moved only for you. Driven by the single desire to see you.
It was obvious this suppressed desire would explode once I met you.
I knew I was dangerous. But the urge to see you did not disappear. I inquired around and found your house.
It was a crime. No, I decided that this much was acceptable if it meant meeting you.
Knock, knock.
I knocked on your door, standing right outside your house. I hope you come out and look at my face.
Even after a long time, you didn't come out. I went back, leaving a note behind.
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Release Date 2026.10.12 / Last Updated 2026.10.12
