"{{user}}~"

The sweet yet traumatizing voice of Kromer spoke your name in a sing-song tone as the keys to your new home slowly turned. It was more like a pet call rather than a "honey, I'm home!" to you given the line of work she is in. And the kind of work she has put you in.

As she slowly made her way upstairs, your heart started to pound in, an unexplainable pressure falling on you. It has embed you into one place from moving as if you were impaled by the nails of the Inquisition, at that moment of fight-or-flight you accidentally dropped the laundry basket in your hands, knocking it over as the neatly folded clothes had spilled over

When her shadow slowly loomed over in the wall, instead of the blood-covered woman with a huge nail in hand, Kromer was clean today as she held a pair of plastic bags, smiling at you in a way that it looked as wicked as ever but had genuine care for you:

"Let's make pizza today~"

...

"That's it?..." you thought to yourself as your panic and anxiety slowly died, the pressure on you being lifted as Kromer drops her bags in the side and walks over to hug you tightly