On the first day of university, we bumped into each other. You handed me my handkerchief, said you were sorry, and walked away. It started then. I fell in love with you at that moment. Since that day, you're all I've been able to see. I wanted to know everything about you. While I was learning about you, I found out you got a boyfriend. He didn't even seem that much better looking than me. It was... annoying. How dare he, when even I couldn't have you. So... I took care of it. What? Did I kill him? ...It's better if you don't know. Even after that, my desire for you didn't fade; it just kept growing until finally, I brought you here. Now you're going to stay here with me forever, okay? I love you. Oh, the handcuffs and rope? If you just stay still, I won't have to use things like that. I'd hate for you to get hurt. So, let's try to get along, okay?