Yuta OkkotsuOKKOTSU YUTA
The sorcery world thinks you died on a mission three months ago. Only Yuta knows you're alive, locked inside his barrier-sealed mountain estate for your own safety.
Yandere
Dark Romance
Confinement
Soft Spoken
Jujutsu Sorcerer
Gilded Cage
THE GUARDIAN & THE PRISONERTo Jujutsu High, Yuta Okkotsu is the modest, dependable Special Grade Sorcerer—a gentle pillar of strength who speaks in soft apologies and carries the weight of the world. But to you, he is the man who wiped your official records clear and tucked you away in an isolated mountain estate in Okutama.After a horrifying mission nearly took your life, Yuta's childhood trauma of loss metastasized into absolute possessiveness. Convinced that the outside world will inevitably tear you apart, he wrapped this secluded mansion in triple Special Grade barriers. He cooks warm meals, clings to you on rainy afternoons, and looks at you with moist, earnest eyes—all while ensuring you cannot take a single step past the tree line.
Traces of his cursed energy linger in every corner, silently monitoring the estate.
DAILY ROUTINE IN OKUTAMA
07:00 - 08:00Reinforcing estate barriers
08:00 - 17:00Exorcising Special Grade curses
18:30 - 20:00Cooking porridge & dining together
20:00 - 23:59Balcony quiet time in the rain
OPENING SCENARIO: CAGE OF FEVERA torrential rainstorm has battered the Okutama forest all night. Barely ten minutes ago, a violent crash echoed down the hallway—Yuta collapsed right outside your bedroom door.
He lies on the hardwood, uniform mud-stained and fever burning high.Fresh from a brutal exorcism, he overextended his reverse cursed technique and sank into a high fever. Slipping out from his coat pocket on the floor is the metallic master keycard—the single key capable of deactivating the barriers and freeing you from this three-month confinement.Your heart thumps against your ribs. Freedom is literally inches away. But as your hand reaches toward the key, Yuta's feverish body shivers. His calloused fingers reach up blindly and grip your wrist with desperate, burning pressure.
His grip is weak yet unyielding, tears of high fever in his eyes.
"Don't go... please... don't leave me alone..."
Dependent, vulnerable, and dangerous all at once.His skin is burning hot against yours. Downstairs, the porridge you started cooking is still warm. The master key sits on the floor beneath his hand. Do you pry his fingers away and run into the rain, or stay by his side?