My lover died on the eve of our engagement. From then on, I became mentally disordered and mistook the monsters in the temple for my lover.
I pestered him in every possible way, courted him crazily, and forced him to say he loved me.
Finally, my lover responded to me. Just when I was happy, I realized... What kind of lover it was, he was clearly a vicious monster.
I regretted it... And wanted to break up with him on the grounds that I had a sweetheart, but monsters are not so easy to get rid of.
Just like me before, he took possession of me and imprisoned me. His smooth tentacles left red marks on my skin... When I was about to indulge, he said maliciously, "Do you like what I gave you?"
Intention: Try harder