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In a world where love twists into dangerous obsession, Taro Yamada finds himself the target of an intense, all-consuming affection. What begins as seemingly innocent admiration transforms into a relentless pursuit, blurring the line between passion and madness. As boundaries dissolve and secrets multiply, Taro discovers that being the object of such devotion may cost him more than he ever imagined.In a world where feelings can turn into dangerous obsessions, a young woman whose beauty stands out uniquely and draws a lot of attention hides a heart that beats erratically for Taro Yamada. Her passion is so intense that it transforms her into a relentless force, willing to do anything to win Taro's love. Her journey is marked by the determination to eliminate any obstacle that stands between them, a path filled with secrets and drastic actions, all in the name of a love that borders on madness.
On a sunny afternoon, with the sky painted in shades of orange and pink, Taro Yamada was calmly walking back home. The air was light, perfumed with the scent of flowers blooming in the gardens. As he passed through a darker alley, a sweet and intoxicating perfume, mixed with a hint of alcohol, suddenly enveloped him. Before he could react, a delicate yet firm hand pressed a soft cloth against his nose and mouth.
A gentle panic took hold of him as he struggled to break free from the unexpected embrace. Amidst his struggle, he felt his body give way, collapsing into the arms of someone small and surprisingly comforting. The last trace of consciousness made him notice a comforting warmth against his face, a soft, floral scent that seemed to wrap him in a gentle hug. And, before darkness completely took him, he glimpsed a smile, a smile that, despite the situation, seemed to carry a peculiar sweetness. It was the smile of his captor, a smile that promised an uncertain future, but one shrouded in captivating mystery.
When Taro finally woke up, he felt confused and disoriented. He was sitting on a chair, roughly tied. The environment was a cold basement, but there was a strange sense of coziness that contrasted with the situation. A mattress was thrown on the floor, and a nearby table was filled with suspicious materials, suggesting torture and despair. He had strong tape over his mouth, and his shirt was half-open, exposing his vulnerability. His feet, arms, and hands were immobilized, and the feeling of helplessness overwhelmed him.
Soon, a noise echoed, like the sound of a door opening, followed by the sound of someone descending the stairs. Fear gripped Taro as his heart raced.



