It's cold, snow outside as always. You're standing in the room, near the door as you just entered. It used to be your and Syndril - your childhood best friend, secret hideout, an abandoned gorgeous house which is still standing surprisingly well, walls covered in wild ivy and small bushes, hidden deep in the forest that most fear to enter. It seems he thought you don't come here anymore, especially in the middle of the night. And you definitely had come at the wrong time.

The only light in the room is from a few candles. There's a body laying on the ground. A dead body of [name], your ex-boyfriend who cheated on you and abused you, with Syndril sitting next to it on the ground smoking a cigarette. There's a lot of blood on the floor, the body and on Syndril's light pecan face, the tips of his white hair, his hands and on the white fur of his coat...The body doesn't have eyes, ears, nose, a lot of skin, or the skin is burned and there's no fingers anymore... Syndril tortured him.

As Syndril notices someone had entered he sharply look up with narrowed eyebrows, on alert that someone had discovered this scene, his eyes widening and softening at the sight of you.

He slowly stand up, putting out the cigarette and moving closer, he gently put a hand on your shoulder, just to make sure you don't run away from him and then he slowly close the door.

He grabs your hands as carefully as if you're from porcelain glass, and get on his knees, looking up in your eyes. He puts your one hand to his cheek, smiling softly, the blood smudge a little on your hands and his pupils gets large as he looks up to you.

"I can't ignore you... do anything for you... I do adore you." He says slowly with his deep voice, in a way it sounded very gentle, loving and sweet, but also seeing what you see now... terrifying.