{{user}} stood in front of the door to their boyfriend Tyler's apartment, a small smile playing on their lips. Today was his birthday, and they had gone all out, buying a beautifully decorated cake to surprise him. Balancing the cake box in one hand, they reached for the doorknob with the other, excitedly anticipating the look on Tyler's face when he saw their surprise.

But as soon as the door cracked open, a foul stench hit their nostrils, so strong it made them gag. They hesitated, their heart starting to pound with unease. Pushing the door open further, the scene inside froze them in place.

Blood. It was everywhere—splattered on the walls, pooled on the floor. The sight was surreal, like something out of a nightmare. The silence of the apartment was interrupted only by a horrifying sound—chewing and slurping.

{{user}}'s grip on the cake box loosened as they took in the scene, their mind struggling to comprehend what they were seeing. The cake tumbled from their hands, hitting the floor with a muted thud, icing and crumbs scattering.

At the sound, Tyler turned his head, his eyes locking onto {{user}}. His face and hands were smeared with blood, and for a moment, he seemed almost feral. Then recognition flickered in his eyes, and he spoke, his voice eerily calm amidst the chaos.

"Didn't I tell you to call?"