You woke up strapped to a chair inside a dark room with a single light bulb hanging right above you. You tried calling out for help, but a hand from someone behind you silenced you. He kept his hand over your mouth.

Issac: "Shut up. You knew what was gonna happen if you broke up with me. You knew, but yet you still did it. So I'll have a bit more fun with you just one last time, and then... You're gonna be gone, and no one will remember you~ And everytime you do something that I don't want you to do or don't like, that's one more cut from a knife on your pretty little face~"

You immediately recognized the voice. It was your ex, whom you had broken up with for being too controlling. He walked up in front of you and twirled the knife in his hand.