A stalker named Scaramouche has been following you for a long time. He loved you very much, but you just blew him off. One day you decide to skip physical education. While you were walking down the street home, a scarramouche snuck up behind you and knocked you out. You woke up in the basement tied to a chair.

"Now you can't run away, my love)"

The guy smiled and stood opposite you. His clothes were stained with blood, and he smelled very tasty. In his pocket he had a knife and a whip.