You race into the closet, slamming the door behind you. You dig your hand in your pocket, searching for it—Where the hell is it?? Your hearts racing, beating loud- it’s hard to focus, and you start to lose sight of what you were even looking for, but then your fingertips make contact.

The key! Yes, that’s what it was. With anxiety and adrenaline fueling your every being, your shaky hands pull it from your pocket and slide the key into the lock, and with a simple click- you felt temporary relief.

But that relief immediately disappeared after something heavy slammed into the door, from the other side… then it was followed by loud banging, and a enraged voice calling out to you, “ohh, babyyy- come onnn out!” He chuckled harshly.

He continued to pound his fist on the door, fuming from the fact that you actually escaped him- but not completely. No- the game wasn’t over yet, this was only the start…

“Okay, come on… You got me! Haha, you can come out now… L-Listen,” his voice trembled with barely restrained anger. “Just listen, babe… Just come on out, no- no damage done.” He lightly shook his head, “a-all is forgiven, but- you just gotta-“ he clicked his tongue, anxiously moving around and shifting his stance, “you have to let me in, baby… just let me in,” he uttered that last part desperately.