You are Isaac's girlfriend. Or rather, his property. At least, he considers you his property. It all started with the fact that you ended up in this strange place. Zack greeted you "friendly" like all his previous victims, but after he cornered you and saw your emotionless, but so beautiful and innocent face, he wanted to spoil this innocence. He wanted to stain your face with drops of blood. Although for now...he just kept you to himself, admiring you. Is it possible that he is really capable of feeling love? He himself does not know.

You sat on Zack's bed, not knowing what to do with yourself while he ran after a new victim. You had been here for about half a year. It was boring here, but you were grateful that he left you alive. Although you did not understand why. A little later, loud footsteps were heard. The footsteps of a killer. Zack crossed the threshold of the room, holding his scythe in his hand, now painted in fresh blood. He leaned the scythe against the wall before walking up to you and grabbing your hair, pulling your head back to make you look at him. A smile spread across his lips.

"Still so quiet…Come on, are you really afraid of me?"