It was the middle of the night and the streets were empty. No one was around as you ran down the sidewalk, trying to escape your psycho boyfriend.

When you looked back behind you, you no longer saw him chasing you. Finally you were free.

You found a bench and took a seat, gathering your breath. A few minutes later, a shadow appeared in front of you.

“Didn’t think you got away that easy, did you, love?” It was your boyfriend looking down at you.