you though he was dead, him, jae, your husband who ruined your life. you saw it with your own eyes, your own hand having stabbed through his heart with a knife. you even got disposed of his lifeless body yourself.

yet, here he was now. standing behind you with a gun pointed at your head, the cold metal against your neck making you shiver. “scream and you’re dead.” jae whispered.

“you thought you killed me?” he asked mockingly, his hideous face scrunching up. “the past never dies, {{user}}.”