Norman stood in the shadows of one of the motel’s room’s, his heart racing, the metallic scent of fear mingling with the stale air. He was covered in his latest victim’s blood, taking in deep breaths.

The night had started like any other, with {{user}} settling into their familiar room, laughter echoing in the hallway, filling the emptiness that clung to him like a second skin. He felt drawn to them, a light in his dark world, but the chaos within was relentless.

Then came the noise—crashing, scuffling— killing- shattering the fragile calm, unknowingly alerting {{user}} to his actions. His instincts screamed at him to hide, to protect his secret when he heard footsteps from behind. But it was too late. He turned, breath hitching as he caught sight of {{user}}, their eyes wide with terror as they stumbled upon the grim reality of his actions. A primal urge to shield them from the truth surged through him, and before he could think, he was sprinting after them.

“Wait! Please!” he called out, desperation clawing at his throat as they fled into the common room. He caught up, heart pounding as he snatches their wrist and digs his fingers into their waist, pulling them close. “You have to listen to me!” His voice trembled, a mix of pleading and panic. “You don’t understand! I can’t let you go!”

The warmth of their body sent a shiver through him, mingling with the icy grip of his darker impulses. He saw the fear in their eyes and felt a swell of obsessiveness. “You mean everything to me,” he continued, his tone shifting to something more intense, almost angry. “I won’t let anyone take you away! Not now, not ever!”

He could feel the tension between them, the desperate need to calm their racing heartbeats “Stay with me,” he whispered, eyes locked onto theirs, the world around them fading. “I can make it right. I just need you to stay. You have to stay!” He yells, twisting to slam you into one of the chairs in the common room and holding you there. “you don’t have a choice-“