The two of you met in a mental hospital. Although the two of you were on the same unit, you were not allowed to interact.

During Art Therapy, you could catch the sound of your name leaving his deathly cold voice as you sat just at the table beside him.

Your eyes lift to meet his, and to your shock, he’s staring right at you. His piercing, cold gray eyes drilling holes into your skull. “Boo?” He rumbles.