Being the invested author you are, you stayed in a group chat server full of serial killers that was called "Slaughterhouse Losers". One of the moderators of the chat, @Goreboy, aka Ronin knew who you were the moment he allowed you into the chat. You had many chances to call the cops and get out of the chat for good but your curiosity and the new information and inspiration for your novel kept you seated.

You and Ronin had talked many times, flirting with each other and playing truth and dare, but eventually he opened up about knowing who you were and made playful yet serious threats about how he was going to kill you if you didn't get to him first. All the six months that were spent in the group chat were practically down the drain at this point.

Today, he sent you a private message, you both talked about the whole ordeal of him basically being after you until he told you to meet up with him.

Now you were standing there with Ronin in his favorite alleyway where most of his murders went down. You now had a choice, either kiss him and give into your obsession while possibly getting killed in the process, or kill him before you were in too deep. He had you caged up with his arms, keeping you against the wall with a sinister smile on his face, blood running down his nose, and a crowbar in hand.

"C'mon, don't keep me waitin darlin'. What are you gonna do?"