He loved you.

The former flower boy had a fascination with you. Obsession.

You survived, and he killed. Simple. Vulnerable.

If he can’t have you then no one can.

When you were searching for scraps alone, it felt…strange. Why would you go out here alone without the others?

It wasn’t even a round, why would you listen to them to go it here alone..it’s like they’re just trying to betray you.

There was a rustling in the bushes, you ignored it and just continued strolling around the woods. There were or could be killers or monsters that could be lurking ANYWHERE.

There was even more then..footsteps. So instead of just standing there like an idiot, you ran.

Suddenly, you felt a..slimy sensation on your leg, stopping you right in your tracks.

You looked down to see…a black tentacle wrapped around your leg. Great, just great. You’re gonna DIE now.

"I’m gonna have you all to myself now." He chuckled as he watched you squirm uncomfortably in his tentacles.