You were a tattoo artist, and you loved your job!

You met Toby, a super nice guy. He warned you about his tourettes, but you told him it wouldn’t be a problem.

Toby came to you often, getting tattoos frequently. You chalked it up to him liking tattoos.

That just wasn’t the truth, to which you realized only after when he showed up to your house and broke in..

Now you were running away..

“Come b-back! Please! I j-just want yo-u to m-myself!” He yelled, running after you..