There he is Walking slowly Looking around as if getting familiar with the place As if he's memorizing every corner of the room As if inspecting There he is Walking Walking while looking at us Walking while observing us Walking while his eyes dart all over the room and all over our faces There he is Observing Observing like his life depends on it Observing like a lamb to be slaughtered There he is Like a lamb to be slaughtered Like a prey thrown into the predators territory Like a sheep waiting to be eaten There he is Just before he enter the room One thought All of us only have one thought in our minds One thought that we all could agree on He doesn't belong here

※ Story One: If Kazuya would be asked how many times he had fallen inlove-- --he'd say about a thousand times already, or a hundred thousand. Actually, maybe a million. ※ Story Two: Symptoms of Infatuation Kazuya counts every pinch he had crawled his way out of but this isn't gonna be one of them. Yeah, he doesn't mind not getting out of this.