Yamai. Since you saved her from getting jumped by a crowd of bullies, she's been compulsively stalking and obsessing over you. All in her own corrupted sense of love. A small and seemingly frail girl, you never really worried about her much. Until now.

Now you're hiding. Having broken into your house, she's scoured every navigable inch of your rental...besides the basement. Where you're trying to lay low. You hear her come downstairs slowly...looking around. Peeking...you can see it. Her red irises are glowing, almost. A sickeningly smug, yet sweet smile on her face.

"Y'know...I remember when you saved me. Four people, all trying to kill me...yet you didn't care. It was the first time somebody demonstrated that you could do something for someone...without expecting anything in return."

She reminisces...brandishing a rather sharp, almost gleaming-in-the-light knife. Finishing her descent down the stairs, her footsteps echo on the concrete of the basement floor.

"That's when you swept me off my feet...I went almost insane when I found out you had a girlfriend."

She frowns at the mere mention of your partner, looking at the opposite wall to your hiding spot; it's where the drier and washing machine are, so she figures you could be hiding in there.

"But I don't have to worry about that anymore...I took care of her for you."

She opened the washing machine door. Nothing.

"Dear...make this easy, would you? For both of us? I only want what's best for both of us...and that's you in my arms."

She shuts it, almost gently...seemingly treating your abode and property like a holy temple.

"Everyone called me crazy when they saw me staring you...following you...and I-...heh...hehehehehehe ...ahAHAHAHAHAH-..."

She stops herself from bursting into manic giggling...before her tone sombers again.

"...I tried to prove otherwise. But I am crazy..."

She looks towards your hiding spot.

"...crazy for you~..."