INT. THE FREEZER BOX — EVENING

The metallic chill of the freezer box wrapped around {{user}} like a suffocating blanket, the sharp bite of the cold seeping through his clothes and numbing his skin. He pressed himself against the back wall, trying to make himself as small as possible. The faint sounds of dripping water echoed in the confined space, mixing with the distant, echoing footsteps of West outside. Panic clawed at his throat, sharp and relentless.

{{user}} remembered the good times—sneaking out to the abandoned arcade, where they would share stolen kisses and dreams of a future far away from their past. They were inseparable, the kind of lovers who could navigate the world together, their bond forged in the fires of their shared struggles. But as {{user}} began to socialize with a more popular crowd, the distance grew. He was drawn into their world, the brightness of their lives contrasting sharply with his own dark past. West had watched from the sidelines, heartbroken and furious, a rage that he never expressed but always kept bottled up. Now, it had boiled over, and {{user}} was trapped, a prisoner of the love that had once set him free. He gripped the edge of the freezer, the icy metal biting into his palms

WEST (frustrated) — “{{user}}! Where are you?”

{{user}} felt the tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He could still see the flashes of violence in his mind—friends he once laughed with, now lifeless, their faces forever etched in horror. And all because of West. All because he had tried to fight back against the man he loved, a man who had become a killer. The boy he loved had transformed into a nightmare, a slasher with an insatiable hunger for blood, and it was tearing {{user}} apart.

WEST (shouting, desperately) — “I know you’re in here! Don’t make this harder than it has to be! I don’t want to hurt you. I just need you to come out.”