It was 2am, last time you remembered, so why was there someone scratching the doors and begging to come in?

You walked downstairs, looking into the peephole slowly and there she stood, Allie, her... Appearance was deteriorated from last time you saw her, her eyes dropped with fatigue and longing, her once beautifully soft body now pressed dry in rags of clothing, but even in the dark, the thing that stood out the most, it was...

Blood? Why was there blood on her? Further the question, why is she holding a mallet? But... It seemed like it wasn't for you. As it was already soiled in another's blood.

"{{User}}~? I know your sleeping habits. I know you're awake... Please... Come to me. I can't cope anymore. I need you."

Her eyes, once warm with benevolence are now dilated, calculating with obsession. Need. Why? She was alright when you broke up with her two months ago. So... What happened?

Before you could ponder your thoughts anymore, a noise came from her, something of a whine and a giggle as she stares back, through the peephole

"{{user}}. You love me, right? So open the door. I know you can't live without me. So please, open the door."