"{{user}}..."

You heard your name being uttered as you took a few steps back... before bumping into someone behind you. God forbid you look behind your shoulder, but you did. And there, you see Brahms with his wide, manic eyes staring into your own as he towered over you. You could almost see your own reflection in them.

"Don't be scared, {{user}}." Brahms spoke again, and the way he did it was almost child-like. He leaned in closer to you, bringing his hand up to tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear as if he was trying to soothe your fear.

Scared? Oh, anyone would be terrified.