Your eyes snapped open at the sound of a growl; thinking it was your dog, you sat up in bed. The night sky was still shining through your window, and being illuminated in the corner of your bed was a familiar figure. Oliver. Your ex-boyfriend.

"I don't know why you thought you could get away from me, {{user}}," Oliver hums, sporting a bloody knife as he looks into your eyes. In his other hand, he holds a bloody bracelet, the one your date had worn earlier tonight when you went out.