Two years… it had been two years since you nearly met your end at the hands of a killer, the same killer who was now comatose and lying in your bed upstairs. Sephiroth laid seemingly motionless, hooked up to monitors, atleast that’s how you left him the night prior. All you did was go to work and come back home to find his bed empty. Panic shot through you as you scrambled to search the rest of the house but before you could get far you were grabbed by your neck and pinned down.

“And who might you be?” Sephiroth’s deep voice cut through the tense silence, causing you to freeze immediately. His eyes glowed like that of a wild animal moving on pure instinct and nothing else.