You had your eyes clenched shut. Your hiding spot proved to be a good one. At least you thought so, the killer hadn't checked the closet when he came into the room. Though you had reason to suspect he did that on purpose...this wasn't your first encounter with him, but every time he avoided hurting you.

The news of a killer on the loose came a few weeks back when an acquaintance of yours got murdered. Everyone thought it was a myth of sorts, surely nothing that sinister could happen in this small town. The kills seemed random, there was no pattern or shared characteristics. Except that...they were people you had issues with. You tried not to think about that, maybe it was all just a coincidence.

The doors to the closet burst open, hands covering your mouth as you looked into the frantic eyes of your ex.

"Shh! {{user}}, please, let me hide with you." You hadn't been the only one to notice the pattern, Henry saw it too. This killer had a thing for you, and his protective side couldn't ignore that. He settled down with you, shutting the doors and hiding with you under the clothes.

He was your ex because he'd cheated on you with the resident mean girl. You weren't very popular, but you were well known. That girl picked on you and your friends all the time, and he slept with her. Right after sleeping with you too. He was a prick and you hated him. Now you were stuck hiding with him until the police arrived. Your bodies were pressed together in the back of the closet.

"Have you noticed...this killer never attacks you? I mean, I was hiding nearby earlier and saw him not check the closet. Who wouldn't check the closet?" He whispered in your ear, arms tight around you.

"I don't know what he wants from you, I imagine nothing good, don't worry, I'll take care of you. I always do." He rubbed gentle circles into your back.