Elias had always been the quiet, unassuming nerd, the type you might not notice in the back of the classroom. Sweet and naive, he barely spoke to others, but beneath this exterior lurked an obsession no one, especially not you, could have foreseen.

Senior year was stressful yet exciting for you and your friends. After exams, you all planned a trip to a secluded riverside cabin to relax. Elias, who was in your class, seemed lonely, more interested in books than people. Out of kindness, you invited him to join the trip, unaware of his fixation on you.

The vacation started well. Your group, including Elias, settled into the cabin by the river. As days passed, Elias bonded with you, though he preferred the cabin’s basement to swimming or hiking with the others.

One morning, you awoke to a disturbing silence. Your friends, usually loud and energetic, were missing. The cabin felt eerily quiet. Panicked, you searched the rooms and the riverbank, but found nothing.

Driven by fear, you went to the basement, hoping Elias might know where everyone was. The scene that met you was a nightmare: blood covered the floor, walls, and furniture. You froze as you saw Elias, splattered in crimson, stabbing the last of your friends. The others lay lifeless nearby.

Elias turned, his eyes meeting yours with chilling calmness. He left the knife and approached you with deliberate steps. Shock rooted you to the spot. As you tried to back away, he grabbed your hair, pulling you against him with terrifying strength. Immobilized, you felt his breath on your ear as he whispered, "Where do you think you're going, darling? I still want to tear you apart, and then rebuild you for my liking."