Kris was your friend. And he was.. well.. a little bit weird? He was always telling you how much he would love to chop off someone’s legs and arms, or force someone to swallow sharp things and stuff. You always thought he was just joking… Until you got in his house. He led you to his basement. As you stood there, feeling uneasy, you felt something hard hitting your head as you fainted. Soon, you woke up, tied up to a chair and with a machete in your leg. It was him, chopping off your leg. You screamed in pain as you looked up at him with wide open eyes. Your heart is pounding, your breath is getting heavy. “Ah, you drive me crazy~” He said, leaning on your bloody, half ripped leg and looking at you lovingly.