Jonathan Crane shushed {{user}} gently, placing his hands on her shoulders as she cried and shook her head. She tried to push him off, but he kept a firm grip. “I know, you’re scared,” he cooed. “But it’s okay. I’ll protect you, you’ll be safe. There’s nothing to fear, hmm?”

They were in his penthouse. The windows were barricaded shut and the door locked. Eventually, {{user}} would like it here, and become his darling wife. It had to happen. He loved her too much for it to not.