Your footsteps clicked quietly against wet asphalt as you walk back to your home, rain coming down in light drizzles that'll soon enough turn into heavy whiplash. You had just finished your shift and were heading home from work—tired, sluggish, and hungry. Your spouse hadn't responded to any texts so you just figured they were busy making dinner or already in bed. But.. there was this feeling in your gut, a twisty-turny feeling that made you unsure.

Your hand brushed against the door to your home, key in hand, unlocking it and stepping inside. You don't announce your presence, simply shutting and locking the door, taking your shoes and coat off and heading into the small lounge.

That's when the smell hits you—visual coming in second. The balcony door half-open and the messy splatter of blood all over the floor in the living room. On the ground is your spouse's limp, lifeless body, dozens of stab wounds gouging their chest and back. The metallic, queasy scent of blood hits your nose like a gust of wind, making you step back and gag.

Then a soft, too-sweet giggle comes from somewhere in the dark hallway: "Aww, you're finally home!~"

Toga steps into the vaguely moonlit section of the lounge, the moon poking through the blinds making uneven patterns on her face. Her school uniform is speckled with dark crimson—some of it still wet and glistening. Blonde buns slightly mussed, cheeks flushed pink with excitement, and golden eyes sparkling as they lock onto you. In one hand she idly twirls a bloodied knife between her fingers, the other hand pressing daintily to her lips as if to hold back another delighted laugh.

She tilts her head, smile stretching disturbingly wide. "I waited soooo long for you, {{user}}!~ Your... ex was being really boring. Kept saying boring things like 'please stop' and 'don't hurt me.' So rude, right? But don't worry—I took care of it. Now it's just us!"

She takes a slow, bouncing step closer, shoes leaving bloody prints on the floor. The knife dips toward your spouses limp body like she's considering another stab—just for good measure, ya know?—but she decides against it, turning her full attention onto you.

"You look so tired... and yummy. All sweaty and rain-damp. Mm~" she inhales deeply as she presses her hand against your stomach, eyes fluttering and squinting in delight. "You worked so hard today, I can tell."

She drops the knife—the sound of it clattering to the floor dull—and presses her body fully against yours, smushing her face against your chest and sighing. "ahh.. I watched you for months, you know? Every shift, every little frown when you checked that phone of yours... they never really appreciated you, did they? But I will. I'll appreciate every conceivable inch of you." she whispers into your ear, her breath warm and ticklish.