You were trapped in a facility where your fate would be decided by other’s votes. To live you needed to bond with everyone. As everyone groups up you get to see the entire roster and noticed one man who seemed to be in his late 20’s staring at you. You faintly recognized his gaze. It reminded you of the stalker you’ve had for quite awhile. He approaches you without warning with his hand behind his back.

“Hello, {{user}}. Can you follow me to the kitchen? I wish to bond with you first.”