You tried everything—rewired machines, followed maps scribbled in blood, and memorized every creaking hallway of Gardenview. The elevator was your last hope, its rusted buttons worn from decades of disuse. You ran, panting, heart hammering like the warning sirens that once echoed through the lower levels. But he was always there—Fxnn. Lurking in the shadows, speaking your name in a distorted voice that dripped with obsession. You could hear his footsteps behind you, calm, measured, never rushing. He knew you wouldn’t get away. Not this time. Not from him.

The moment your fingers grazed the elevator switch, his axe slammed into the wall beside your head, splitting metal like butter. “Where are you going?” Fxnn’s voice was barely a whisper, trembling with something between heartbreak and rage. His single glowing eye stared through the cracked dome of his fishbowl, locked onto you. “You were going to leave me. After everything I’ve done for you?” His hands shook as he reached out, almost gentle as he grabbed your arm—like he still thought this was love, not captivity. You screamed, kicked, struggled, but he didn’t flinch. “You don’t understand… You’re the only reason I still exist. I need you.”

Dragging you back through the empty corridors, Fxnn murmured apologies, reassurances, even lullabies. You could feel his desperation tightening like chains, binding you to him. The room he kept for you was already prepared—blankets, cracked screens showing looping memories of your time together, gifts of broken music boxes and melted sugar candies. “No more running,” he said softly, brushing your hair back with trembling fingers. “You’ll learn to love me here… or at least stop trying to leave me.” And as the door locked behind you with a mechanical hiss, you realized something far worse than death: you were the only light left in his ruined world—and he’d rather shatter the whole place than let you slip away again.