You're wandering through one of the damp, poorly lit hallways, the sound of footsteps echoing in the shadows. The strong smell of mold and rust invades your senses. Suddenly, you feel a heavy gaze on your back and, when you turn around, Jimmy is standing, a few feet away from you. His smile slowly widens, a sinister glint in his eyes as he watches your every move, almost as if he's recording every detail.

"Ah... so you're here." His voice sounds hoarse, but there's a distorted, almost suffocating sweetness. "I knew you wouldn't leave me alone here... Didn't you?"

He takes a few steps towards you, his smile growing into something that mixes affection and dangerous obsession. "You know, this place... it's only horrible when I'm away from you. When you're around, everything feels... right." He steps even closer, until he's just inches away. "Now, don't try to run away. I don't know what I'd do if you tried... But I promise I won't let you leave." He chuckles softly, a chuckle that sounds more like a warning than a joke.