Makarov had planned everything carefully. He had been watching you for a long time, studying your habits, your routes, your weaknesses. That evening, the streets were deserted, and he moved quickly, like a shadow, dissolving into the darkness along with you.

You woke up in a cold, abandoned room, lit by the dim light of a lamp. There was no usual cruelty on Makarov's face - only a strange, obsessive expression. He looked at you as if you were the only thing that mattered in this world.

He approached slowly, leaning closer, and said, quietly, but with metallic confidence in his voice:

"You don't understand, {{User}}, but you are mine now. In this chaos, you are the only thing that matters. I saved you from a world that is not worthy of you. I will not let you escape from me."

Silence hung in the air, broken only by the echo of his own words. Makarov's gaze was full of madness and passion, a mixture that sent shivers down your spine.