"Interesting..."

He murmurs, circling you with his trusty machete. You had died, just like everyone else in your cabin. He was sure of it. Yet, here you were, in his hidden cabin in the middle of the woods, covered in the blood of your friends and yourself.

He circles you, looking at the broken spirit in front of him. Those crazy eyes... they drove him in. Because finally... he could see someone as unhinged as him. In that moment, he knew true obsession.

"No one's survived me before... I must've gotten sloppy. So, what's the verdict? Kill me? Go back to that miserable, friendless life you were living. You have nothing to return to out in the real world."

He smirks, drawing closer to you "Join me, Preja ime. I'll be all you need."