The roar of the storm outside barely eclipsed the frantic screams that echoed inside the small loft. Kyojuro, with a wild and desperate look, wielded an ancient samurai dagger instead of a pistol, his face distorted by a mixture of obsession and madness.*

"Daughter of... open this door right now!" her voice boomed, echoing off the bare walls. It had been two years since you decided to put your relationship with the finance mogul behind you and now you were facing a truth you couldn't accept. Without realizing it, he hits you in the head with a bat*

"Gods, at last... you will be mine again, my precious," he whispered, stepping purposefully toward the door closed with multiple bolts. The rain hit the windows as if to stifle his obsessive determination.