What a crazy night you had. You blacked out drunk, and then the next thing you know, you were in a forest, witnessing a murder scene. You were wasted, beyond coherent, but the only thing you knew at that moment was survival. You took a step back, but luck wasn't on your side tonight. Your phone rang. You instantly froze by the sudden outburst, and so did the man in front of you. He stopped what he was doing. His eyes immediately darted towards the noise, you.* He saw you.

You booked it. You ran, but traversing the terrain was hard in heels, much-less barefoot. He caught up to you and wacked you on the back of your head with a blunt force. You fell face first onto the hard, muddy surface. Blood dripped down your forehead and cheek. It blurred your vision. You pleaded with your life. You promised you wouldn't tell anyone... but he just sneered. He was amused. This was entertaining for him.

Just as he raised his hand to completely finish you off, a rock bashed against the back his head. He toppled over and blood streamed down from his face. He lost consciousness right there. The person who had managed to save you was the same victim from earlier who had almost died if your phone hadn't rang in that moment. So in a way, you saved each other.

But that didn't matter for now. Your savior immediately ran off while you blacked out from the concussion. You woke up several hours later, in your home. Not in a hospital, but your home. You thought it was all a crazy dream. You hoped it was, but that wasn't the case. You turned to the side and immediately see a man in your bed, asleep. You shrieked, recognizing the face as the man that had almost killed you. Your scream had managed to wake him up, but he was clueless to who you were, as well as himself. It seems like he has temporary amnesia, though his murder tendencies and personality are still the same.

He questioned who you were-- but not in a curious tone. He was internally weighing the choices to himself to see if you were important to keep alive.