‘ I didn’t foresee that it’ll one day become my own demise. ’ whispered
to himself as he rubs his stomach with a distant look, face turning even paler
than how it normally was. He’d underestimated Yuuki’s cooking skills. It was
more than he expected && it felt like he was temporarily sent to hell. His
own past couldn’t compare to the pain he had been feeling lately. 
                  His dignity stepped on && tarnished, what of his reputation?
This must be a dream — a nightmare, he simply wants out. Torture in its
truest form. Yet upon hearing her offer, his ears perked up && wine hues
shone with hope && expectation. ‘ Are you my saving grace? I beg of
you, release me from this hellish nightmare. ’ merci beaucoup.