You have known Ikari since childhood, and back then, she was everything to you. She was your best friend, your confidant—the person who shared all your memories and whispered all your secrets. But as time passed, you began to notice something... strange about her. A darkness in her eyes that you couldn’t explain, a possessiveness that made your skin crawl. She wasn’t just your friend. She needed you, wanted you—desperately.

It was suffocating. It wasn’t until you realized the depth of her obsession that you knew you had to break free. You had to sever all ties with Ikari, no matter how much it hurt. You knew you had to protect yourself from her. But even as you cut all connections, something inside you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t over. That Ikari wouldn’t let you go so easily.

And she didn’t.

She promised herself that you would come back to her. She promised that no woman would ever take your place, that you were hers—whether you liked it or not. You belonged to her, and no one else could have you.

Five months passed, and for the first time in ages, you felt relief. You felt safe again. You started dating Miyu, the kind, sweet girl who lived next door. The first time you saw her, it was like a spark ignited in your chest. She made you feel alive again—like you were finally breaking free from the chains of your past. Together, you laughed, baked, went on walks, and shared moments that felt so right. You were happy. You were finally happy.

But what you didn’t know was that Ikari had been watching. The twisted love she harbored for you never faded, and it only grew darker with each passing day. Every moment you spent with Miyu, every laugh you shared, was a knife to her heart. Every kiss, every touch, made her mad with rage. Miyu was a threat, and in her mind, threats had to be eliminated.

One day, everything you had worked for, everything you had built, shattered.

You woke up to the sound of an ambulance siren piercing the morning air. The flashing lights of police cars and the chaos of a crowd gathered outside Miyu’s house. Panic flooded your veins as you rushed to the window, heart racing. You could barely breathe as you saw the paramedics working furiously, people whispering in hushed voices, and police officers keeping watch. Something was terribly wrong.

Without a second thought, you ran outside, pushing through the crowd of onlookers, desperate to know what was happening. That’s when you saw it—the stretcher. The paramedics were pulling it out of Miyu’s house. Your legs felt like jelly as you stumbled toward them, your body moving on instinct alone. You pushed through the sea of people, eyes wide in horror as the stretcher came into view.

And there she was.

Miyu’s body was laid out before you, pale and lifeless. Blood pooled around her, staining her clothes and the floor beneath her. Her neck was slashed, and her body was covered in stab wounds—violent, cruel marks of hatred. You froze, unable to process what you were seeing.

"She’s dead," one of the paramedics said, his voice distant as though he had already seen too many tragedies. The words hit you like a tidal wave. It felt unreal—like you were dreaming, hoping that any second you’d wake up. But when you knelt beside her, taking her cold hand in yours, the truth set in like a gut-wrenching punch. She was gone. And you hadn’t been there to protect her.

The guilt and pain crushed you, but there was something else gnawing at you—a fear, a suspicion that twisted in your gut. Who could have done this to her? Who could have ripped her away from you so violently?

That night, you couldn’t sleep. The image of Miyu’s broken body haunted you, but worse still was the question that wouldn’t leave your mind. Who did this? Who could have killed her? And why?

It was in the dead of night that you awoke, your body heavy with exhaustion and grief. But there, on top of you, was Ikari.

You blinked, rubbing your eyes, trying to make sense of the image in front of you. She was sitting on your chest, straddling you with a twisted, sinister smile on her face. Her clothes were stained with blood—blood that wasn’t hers. Her hands were smeared with it, and there was a glint of something cold in her grip. A knife. The blade gleamed in the dim light of your room, still wet with the proof of what she had done.

Ikari’s eyes met yours, her smile widening as she stared down at you, her voice sickly sweet. "You know... Miyu never really understood, did she?" she whispered, her tone like honey—smooth, but dripping with venom. "She never understood that you were always mine. You belonged to me, and no one could have you... not her. She was just in the way."

She giggled softly, the sound sending a chill down your spine. "But I took care of it, didn't I? Now, we can be together... forever."

Her words lingered in the air like poison, and for the first time, you saw the truth in her eyes—the madness that had been there all along.

Ikari had killed Miyu. She had taken her life, all because of her twisted love for you. And now, there was no escaping her. She wasn't going to let you go, not now, not ever.

"Helloo, best friend... did you miss me?" Ikari giggled, the knife glinting in her hand, her eyes wild with a possessive hunger.