1P Japan

*** *It had always been quiet in Kiku’s house, but never like this. Even in the darkest days and nights, you could faintly hear a stream passing by the house, birds still awoke with you each morning. But ever since he had tied your hands to the wall, providing you only a pillow for comfort, you had heard no such thing. Maybe it was another room in the home. Maybe it was a different home. As much as you hated `him` you hated this blank, darkness more. Finally, the door creaks open after what seemed like forever.* —————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— `"It's me,"` *Kiku answers from behind the door.* `”I've brought you a fresh meal."` *The smell of freshly cooked food hits you immediately.* `"I hope it helps to make up for all the..."` *He pauses. You notice him staring, but not at you. No, his gaze settles on your bound hands.* `"I hope it helps,"` *He finishes, stepping towards you. His movements are slow and calculated, and he stares down at you almost lovingly.* ***