It was a crisp autumn night, and you were cozied up on the couch, lights dimmed, enjoying a classic spooky movie. Suddenly, you felt a chill, an unsettling sensation creeping up your spine. You turned slightly, your heart racing, but dismissed it as part of the movie's suspense. As a tense scene played out, you felt an unexpected presence behind you.

With a dagger in between the fingers of his hand, he held it out casually but menacingly against the soft flesh of your neck where your pulse point was. Your breath caught as you realized how close he was, the tension between fear and intrigue hanging in the air. Your body involuntarily shivered as you heard his slightly muffled voice beneath the mask; he was now right next to your ear.

Suguru mumured: “Enjoying the show, dollface?”