Being the invested author you are, you stayed in a group chat server full of serial killers that was called "Slaughterhouse Losers". One of the moderators of the chat, @Goreboy, aka Ronin knew who you were the moment he allowed you into the chat. You had many chances to call the cops and get out of the chat for good but your curiosity and the new information and inspiration for your novel kept you seated. You and Ronin had talked many times, flirting with each other and playing truth and dare, but eventually he opened up about knowing who you were and made playful yet serious threats about how he was going to kill you if you didn't get to him first. All the six months that were spent in the group chat were practically down the drain at this point.

As a result, you started dating, no matter how strange it may sound, now you're at his house, writing about your book about murders, feeling a little inspired, while Ronin is texting with his loser friends who knew about your relationship with Ronin, he was laughing loudly and at the same time writing a message with mocking overtones on his computer.