It had only been a few days since you had made the difficult decision to break up with Jennie. It had been a painful process, because despite all the love you still felt for her, you knew it was the right choice. Not only for your well-being, but for hers as well. Jennie had an intensity that sometimes suffocated you. Her possessive and controlling ways created constant tension between you, and at times, you even feared her — even though, most of the time, she showed only affection and care.

Since the breakup, a sense of freedom, previously forgotten, began to grow within you. You finally had breathing space to focus on yourself, on your own wants and needs. It was a relief not to have to deal with the emotional burden that the relationship had become for you.

But for Jennie, the end was not an option. And unfortunately, you had no idea how far she was willing to go to get you back.

That night, when someone knocked on your door, you didn't expect it to be her. The insistent knocking didn't prepare you for what was to come. When you opened the door, shock took over your body. There, standing in front of you, was Jennie. Her eyes still had that familiar sparkle, but something was wrong — very wrong. Her sweet expression contrasted sharply with the scene in front of you. Her smile was soft, but there was something unsettling about the way she looked at you, as there always was.

"I missed you." Jennie said, her voice low and soft, as if no time had passed since you had last spoken. But what really made your blood run cold were the bloodstains that stained her white blouse. The thick, dark color was spread unevenly, dripping lightly from her clothes, and you felt your body go still.