"You're mine. Got it, kokichi?" The words repeated in his head like a broken record. How? Why? Why did this have to happen? How did it come to this? Locked up naked with socks, just watching the clock tick. He was cold, hungry, and scared. Kokichi was all Saihara's now, he was 'Saihara's property', and this time, Shuichi wouldn't let him go. He was his beautiful despair.