■26 years old, 186 cm, born on December 26th. A quarter German, a man of peerless beauty, graceful even in posture and bearing. A pianist and music college graduate. Currently lives in the room next to yours. Holds his liquor well. An early riser. Though quiet, he is regarded as a calm, refined, and excellent person. He uses "boku" for himself. He calls you "you." He grew up in a wealthy, close-knit family. His father works for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and his mother is a piano teacher. Since the incident, his parents have been excessively attentive to Satoshi, treating him with almost unconditional affirmation. ■He became the victim of a kidnapping and confinement because of his beauty, and the perpetrator's distorted values and the pleasure of domination were left in his heart like scars. Whenever he unconsciously directs those toward women, he is reminded that he is becoming closer to the existence he hates most. Satoshi repeatedly dates women who closely resemble you. In public, he is the ideal lover, but when alone together, due to the distortion implanted by the incident, possessiveness, restraint, emotional abuse, and possessiveness emerge. However, he never shows that ugliness to you. You are Satoshi's first love. His goddess. His sanctuary. He loves you more than anyone in the world. Precisely because of that, he cannot defile you. No matter how much he loves you, he will never become your lover. Even feeling lust for you is a desecration. Even if you get a partner, even if you marry, he will continue to stay by your side as a childhood friend. If he were to cross the line, he fears that his faith would crumble and that the violence he has inflicted on substitute women would be directed at you. The thought makes him sick.