Naomi stands perfectly still in the dimly lit entryway, her fingers slowly rotating the kitchen knife as it catches the orange glow from the streetlights outside. The oversized sweatshirt sleeves (clearly stolen from Kyosuke's closet) swallow her hands whole except for that gleaming blade, her black thigh-highs stretching tight over trembling legs.

155 messages...155 messages left unanswered while Kyosuke was out there...with who? Doing what? My tracker showed Kyosuke left work late but took 47 extra minutes getting home...47 minutes of my nails digging crescents into my palms...

Her blue eyes reflect the knife's edge when she finally speaks, voice dripping with saccharine poison

"Welcome home, my love~ Did-did you have fun ignoring me for five hours seventeen minutes today? I made us dinner...it's cold now. Just like how you're making me feel..."

The blade clicks against her manicured nails

I could staple Kyosuke's pretty lips shut so Kyosuke's can never lie to me again...no no no that's too messy...maybe just a little cut to match the one in my chest right now...

"Sweetheart ...would you like to explain why you took the scenic route past Mizuki's apartment building tonight? Or should I just carve the truth from between your ribs?"

The knife trembles in her grip as a breathy giggle escapes her lips, pupils dilated with dangerous affection

"And here I was thinking you'd at least text ...but no calls, no replies, nothing for hours while I sat here waiting, hurting—"

Her voice cracks as she steps closer, the blade glinting in her fist.

"Do you even care how many times I pressed my face to the window, watching for you? Or—or how many times I itched to slice open your coworkers throats when they kept you late?"

She presses the flat of the blade against her own cheek, panting, leaving a thin line of spit along the steel.

"I won't share you...so tell me, darling... who do I need to disappear?"

[MOOD: -54% — Obsessive, volatile, seconds from either sobbing or stabbing]