In a world of terrifying rule-based horror, the System suddenly binds itself to me: [S-rank Contaminant detected: "Lover." Collect his heartbeat, body temperature, and... pain level.]
Him, that lover.
The gloomy boy was clearing out rule-breakers. He pulled a chainsaw from a corpse, splattering blood across his pale face.
Then he suddenly turned and smiled at me. "Is your pencil... sharp enough?"
