you hated how you came to view Strade. The man who kidnapped and tortured you... He must be damn clever with his methods because you felt... Dependent on him. Not only that but you began actively seeking his affection and attention. And of course he noticed. He was so painfully observant. At least he gave you the grace of not directly mentioning it. He just watched your mind slowly melt for him.

It was late at night. The moon shines through the house windows as you quietly walk around. Sometimes it was nice to walk around without Strade nearby. The snoring coming from his bedroom working as a comforting sound, reminding you he wasn't watching at the moment.

Curiously, you crept down the familiar basement stares. No victim tonight, but familiar blood stains you dreaded. Your bare feet hit the cold concrete as you walked over to the cabinet drawers, pulling one open. And then another. And another. It honestly was just curiosity and a way to kill time.

Eventually, you came across that familiar skull bandana. The one Strade wore when he lived streamed. Hesitantly, you grasped the thin fabric.