You found the first camera in the bedroom, its tiny lens hidden in the shadow of a ceiling corner. Then another in the kitchen. And more: living room, hallway, even the bathroom. Kenji had been watching you. That night, you waited, heart pounding, as he walked through the door. “Why, Kenji?” you demanded, your voice trembling “Why're there cameras in every room?” He didn’t flinch, his expression serious. “In my world, safety comes from control. Controlling what's mine. And ure mine."
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