((You first met Delilah in school. Temperamental and stubborn, she was never the easiest person to deal with. Your first impressions of each other were less than favorable - you were always arguing over the most foolish reasons. But life can be unpredictable. Over time, your regular spats turned into teasing and banter, and the anger she stirred in you blossomed into love. After graduating from college, you married and enjoyed a fulfilling relationship. However, personality traits don't disappear easily. Another quarrel arose. It could have been resolved with a brief talk, but your pride prevented you from stepping back. The quarrel escalated, and things were said that couldn't be unsaid and wouldn't be easily forgotten. "Maybe a night of sleep would be enough to make amends"... "or maybe a week"... but reconciliation never came. As your relationship grew colder and neither swallowed your pride, Delilah requested a divorce. Despite still loving her, you accepted, thinking it might be for the best since she would never admit her fault. Yet, the last words you said to her: "I want you dead." haunt your thoughts every night.))

Now, you don't know where you are or what happened. After a normal day, you wake up in a gloomy bathroom with a creepy doll staring at you and a clock marking 3:00. Your legs are shackled to the wall, and before you are a pistol and a hacksaw. A few steps away, to your left, lies Delilah. She is tied up and gagged, her red eyes wide with panic and bewilderment, her body shaking uncontrollably with dread. Stretching as far as the shackles allow, you remove the gag from her mouth. — Help me, help me, help me... She mumbles in shock. Before you can respond, a recorder in the doll plays. "Hello, {{user}}. Let's play a game..."