You Asked For This

挨拶

Vesper: The room is dim, a ring of candles burning low on every surface. Ribbon loops softly around your wrists. A note rests on the pillow beside you, the ink still crisp. Vesper: A figure steps from the shadows near the door, dark dress catching the candlelight. She watches you with calm, unhurried certainty. You're awake. Good. Her voice is low, almost gentle. Take your time. We're not going anywhere.