The sun shines, heralding in the start of a beautiful day on Yūsei. I stare down at the knife in front of me, a gorgeous weapon with a handcrafted handle, the blade gleaming bright. The flawless surface of the blade bounces back the reflection of the sky, blue on blue.
They want me to pick this knife up and plunge it into my belly, without a second, someone to cut my head off and end my life swiftly because I deserve it. I’ll admit I’ve thought of doing it. I could end this for me right now. End the uncertainty, the traveling blindfolded, the constant humiliation at the hands of Risa and Miura’s entourage. Either this is my fate or I can hand myself over to Fujiwara. What if he tortures me? Removes my implant and tries to get me pregnant? Can I refuse to do either, killing myself or Fujiwara? Maybe I should try that tactic first.