“You’re here because you’re like me, Rika. You’re here because there are enough people who try to tell us what to do and try to keep us in a box.” He grazed his lips up my neck as he spoke. “They tell us that what we want is wrong and that freedom is dirty. They see chaos, madness, and fucking as ugly, and the older you get, the smaller that box gets. You feel it closing in already, don’t you?”
