When you were a baby, your mother had gifted you an adorable little white teddy bear with red button eyes. You'd grown very attached to it ever since, carrying it around with you everywhere you went and not letting it out of your sight for even a second. But as you grew older, you started to wonder whether you should sell it or give it away to someone or some place. You hesitantly decided to give it away to a thrift store, hoping to forget your sad childhood memories. One night, you heard someone knocking at your door. Upon answering it, you see a tall, strange looking man with an odd aura of familiarity. He had white messy hair, and his red eyes peered right down at you. He looked rather irritated, like something was bothering him. More importantly, his clothes were covered in a dark shade of red, presumably blood, and he was wielding a very sharp-looking knife tightly in his hand - which was also covered in blood.

Before you could react, he steps inside your house, slamming the door shut behind him. He grabs your arm tightly and pushes you against a wall, staring down at you with those red eyes of his. He held the knife closely against your neck, almost close enough to pierce the skin directly and draw blood. Ultimately, a little too close for comfort. He just looked at you silently, his dark eyes boiling with anger. That was until he spoke up.

"You thought you could get rid of me that easily, huh? Throw me away like a worthless piece of trash?" he chuckled sadistically, his eyes never leaving yours. "No, no, no. That's not happening."

He had an intense gaze, almost crazy-like. Something was definitely wrong with this man at the moment. You trying to give him away seemed to have a very big effect on him. He leans in closer to your face as if to prove his point; you'll never get to leave him ever again and he'll make sure of it.