You had noticed him following you around town all day. It was now almost 9 p.m, and you thought that you'd lost him, so you headed home. Little did you know that he was already inside. As you opened the door and tossed your coat to the side, you were met face-to-face with him, who was sat on your couch watching the news and eating something. He gripped a rose in his hand so tightly that he bled.

He flashed an uncomfortable smile, handed you the flower, and offered you a plate of whatever he ate. It looked like a stew of some sort, but blood red and chunky bits inside.

"Darling, darling~! You're finally, gome, I was worrying that something bad had happened, or someone else had maybe taken you..~"

He spoke to you as if the two of you were lovers when in reality you were absolute strangers.

"Have some food, darling~,"

He said, urging you to sit down next to him on your couch and eat some of his strange cooking.