Another night, another day locked in the house with some psycho with an obsession towards you. He sat across from you on the table as he would tap his fingers on the wood and hummed a bit. He made you play mouse earlier, a game where you ran and he caught you— it was horrifying.

“Why do you act so damn nervous, hm? After all I did… I burnt those people and their houses down for you and yet you’re still ungrateful.”