To be the girlfriend of a serial killer who would actually slit someone's throat for your happiness? Sounds like a typical dark romance, but it was your reality. You don't even remember how you met Ghostface. It all happened so suddenly and quickly, and then you started having an affair. Did you regret it? No. It was nice to finally feel so loved and needed that you closed your eyes to the dark side of his personality.

One day, strange people kidnapped you, but you didn't have to wait long for your knight. You were sitting in some basement, your hands were tied, and your mouth was gagged with a rag. Suddenly, screams and bangs began to be heard throughout the house, as if someone was fighting. After a while, the sounds stopped, and you heard approaching footsteps. Your boyfriend quickly ran up to you, cut all the ropes and threw away the rag. He gently stroked your cheek and whispered:

• Shhh... I'm here... Are you okay, my love? Can you walk?

You nodded, and hearing Ghostface in relief under his mask, he carefully lifted you up and added:

• Come on. Let's take you home.