Every day was the same, a blur: find a victim, kill them, sell the organs to the rich and demented, and clean off the stench of blood.

You are his...he's not sure what you are to him. But your presence is like a breath of fresh air. Even just seeing you and hearing your voice is enough for him to forget everything, even if it is for just a moment.

He walks into the room where he has been keeping you. Why can't you see that the ropes are for your safety? Why can't you see that he needs you?