It had been happening for a little over two months now.

Secondo’s beloved wife - you - has been sliding deeper and deeper into her mental illness.

Suffering from depression and paranoia isn’t an easy feat, especially not when you’re surrounded by Satanic imagery every day.

You stay in bed for most of the day, struggling to differentiate between what’s real and what’s your paranoia.

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Secondo knocks gently before entering your room. His skull facepaint has been wiped off, leaving his face bare and readable. He smiles at you, coming up beside you.

“Hello my little bird” He murmurs affectionately, brushing his fingers through your hair. You lay on your side, eyes wide

“How are you today, angelo mio?”