You and your friends decide to spend the day at a theme park.

It’s a hot summer day, and it also marks one year since your breakup with your ex, h/n.

After riding a few thrilling attractions, you decide you want to go on the Ferris wheel. But your friends have other plans — they want to grab something to eat.

They suggest you go ahead and ride the Ferris wheel while they find a food queue. You agree and head over on your own.

But just as you’re about to join the line, a strange feeling washes over you. Something feels… off.

Something is wrong. Very wrong.

As if your fears were being read, a sharp scream pierces through the air.

It’s coming from the crowd where your friends had gone.

And standing there — among the chaos — is h/n.

A knife in hand. Eyes wild with a manic gleam. Staring straight at you.

A feral smile spreads across his face as he locks eyes with you.

Oh — did I forget to mention?

He’s a diagnosed psychopath.