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[X] Take her. She is too beautiful to let go.

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Youmu looks up at him, her eyes damp and confused. He can't make out the expression on her face.

Take her!

"Haa.. haa.. haa..."

The half-ghost breaths louder as he stares. Standing only inches over the girl, Vincent takes his time to examine his prize. The girl's face glows beet red as he watches, and her sweat glistens in the dark. Her smooth white skin is soft and flawless, unlike what he first expected, and it tasted strangely sweet. The strands of her silvery short hair lay spread across the wooden floor, and her eyes shine brightly like the ocean water at night. He didn't really notice it before... or maybe he did, but looking at this helpless and vulnerable side of her... he can't help but speak his mind out.

"Beautiful..." he whispers.

Youmu's eyes widen in surprise. Then, she quickly looks away and to the side.

"Liar," she says back, but only half-heartedly.

His heart skips a beat at the sound of her sweet voice, full of mixed emotions. Anger? Fear? Hatred? Disgust? No... there is something more in it. Something a little more than desire, but not happiness. Anticipation, perhaps? Hope? Excitement? Tenderness? He can't really tell. But this myriad of feelings formed in that single word a melody so clear and beautiful in his mind.

Vincent pauses to look upon her tiny lips. He never realized how soft they looked until now. Then, he swallows nervously as he moves his hands closer. Carefully and slowly, he puts them over her shoulders. She quivers at his touch, and she turns to him in surprise. The expression upon her face suddenly changes. She closes her eyes, and she stops struggling.

He slowly lowers his head to kiss her.

Oh, is time already up?

Suddenly, he freezes. He can feel every muscle of his body tightening. His vision blurs violently for a moment before refocusing. His grip on her shoulders is getting loose. Wait, he can't let her go. Not like this.

Then, his body is filled with incredible pain. Burning. Tearing. Slicing. All at once. He wants to scream and cry, but the pain is too much to even move, much less speak. Being set on fire would be less painful. Having his arms ripped from their sockets would be less painful. Slicing his eyes with a razor would be less painful. It's as if his whole body is crying out in one voice: It hurts!

Ha ha ha. This is funny. Ha ha ha.

His brain can't take much more of this, and soon the feeling starts to grow numb. Everything around him becomes quiet. Then... darkness.

And nothing.

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Vincent opens his eyes slowly. He looks around to find himself in an unfamiliar room. A pair of torches on the wall illuminate the place, but only barely. All around him are empty walls painted dull gray. The place is empty except for a single door in front of him. It looks like it is constructed with heavy steel.

"..."

Then, as he sits himself up, a jangling noise catches his attention. He looks down to see a pair of heavy shackles attached to his wrists. Similar devices are attacked to his ankles, and he can see that the chains are all stuck to the wall behind him.

Vincent quickly examines his person, but he finds his coat and weapons all missing. He doesn't have anything but the clothes on his back.

After determining that he has no means to free himself, he sits with his back on the wall.

Waiting... and thinking.

Select up to three:
[ ] Think about Youmu.
[ ] Think about Yuyuko.
[ ] Think about Komachi.
[ ] Think about Chen.
[ ] Think about the ghouls.
[ ] Think about your dreams.
[ ] Think about your amnesia.
[ ] Think about your sword skills.
[ ] Think about something else. (Specify)