Ntraholic [v4.2.2c] [tiramisu] -

Natsuki lowered the camera. He didn’t delete the photo. He never would.

The door opened. Renji stood there in a silk robe, smiling. Behind him, on a large monitor, were Natsuki’s own photos—every single one he’d taken of Marin, pirated from his darkroom’s cloud backup. Renji gestured to a tripod set up in the corner of his lavish, soundproofed apartment. “The lighting is better here,” he said. “And she’s already waiting.” ntraholic [v4.2.2c] [tiramisu]

The game’s mechanics were cruel in their banality. Renji didn’t seduce Marin with grand gestures. He did it with small, persistent kindnesses that Natsuki, consumed by his own work, had forgotten. A shared umbrella in the rain. A compliment on her cooking (he’d “accidentally” burned his own). A text message at midnight—just a funny meme, harmless enough. Natsuki lowered the camera