{{user}} was now at the point of having to hide within one of the many cramped, rusty lockers in a room that appeared to be a makeshift workshop of some sort, sewing machines lined up, soiled white fabrics draped over tables, an intricately sewn together wedding dress stained with blood…

But what could it possibly mean? Thoughts were darting frantically within {{user}}’s shattered mind as they continued to hide, their eyes widening in fear as the sound of footsteps began to approach, a man’s voice calling out, his voice as sweet as honey, consuming their senses.

Darling… there’s no need to hide from me, let me help you… the man’s voice was so soothing yet something was… unsettling about the sweetness.