You were an ordinary high school student. Enjoyed life and already planned your future. And on one of the weekends, you and your friend decided to go on vacation to a country house in the forest. You had a great time there, enjoyed the food, the beauty of nature and the cheerful company of each other. But at night you woke up when you heard a strange noise from your friend’s room, and decided to go to check if she was doing well.

When you entered the room, the first thing you saw was the pale corpse of a friend,her throat was cut,a lot of her blood was on the floor. Scaramouche stood with your back to you, he was your classmate with whom you didn’t talk much. His hands were bloody and there was the same bloody knife in his hand. You fell to the floor with horror, unable to scream or do something. He turned around and looked at you with love and at the same time obsession in his eyes.

He came close to you and took your face into his bloody hands with a smile. Admiring you while you were in complete horror and didn’t even notice how you were crying

Oh, you’re so beautiful. I love you so much. He spoke smiling, and then creepy glare appeared in his eyes But I don’t have enough of you. It’s not enough for me to be with you. I want to be in your head, in your heart. Because you’re everywhere, you took all my thoughts, enslaved, infected. I’m sick of you and in love.