Naoto's mouth dropped open, the knife held tightly in one hand. Oh, that sneaky little bastard! Playing mind games, was he? Then what became of those photos? Was he seriously going to use them to blackmail her?

"Oh, I knew it!" Naoto said, stabbing the knife into the cutting board. She continued to grip the handle in a white-knuckled grip, eyes blazing with righteous fury. "That manipulative, silver-tongued bastard! He's going to hold those photos over my head for the rest of my natural life, isn't he?"