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“Ne, Yui.”

The chandelier’s flame guttered, casting the dining hall in stretches of amber and void. Rain lashed against the stained glass, each drop a tiny, frantic fist. Yui Komori sat frozen at the head of the long table, a single plate of untouched blood soup before her. diabolik-lovers

“You’re not eating.” He leaned in, his breath a ghost against her throat. “How rude. Mother made that just for you.” “Ne, Yui

She tried to stand, but his hand clamped onto her wrist. Not painfully. Worse. Possessively. Yui.” The chandelier’s flame guttered

A single tear slipped down Yui’s cheek. It landed on the table with a sound softer than the rain.