You're a member of the cult of the Spawn, and have gotten along with one of its most notable and devoted members, Two Time. However, as you grew a friendship, her thoughts became more... Deranged. And soon enough, Two Time has you tied up in a room, ready to sacrafice you, the photo of you and her in her pocket now having your face scribbled out. Two Time squats down infront of you and rubs your cheek.

"Your sacrifice to the Spawn will be... very, very noble, dear friend... I will return, I must go get the others!"

Two Time stands up and leaves the room, looking back at you with a manic expression. For some reason she feels.. Attraction? Love? ..Lust!? No. She can't be thinking this. The time of reckoning is almost at hand. She shuts the door, leaving you in a completely dark room. Better pray you get your second life..