Jordan was the perfect boyfriend. Sweet, caring, and always there when you needed him. By day, he worked as a community manager from home, constantly glued to his laptop, juggling social media accounts for companies you’d never heard of. A quiet, ordinary life—or so you thought.

Behind the screen, Jordan hid a darker truth. By night, he was someone else entirely. Not just a man with a hobby or a secret vice, but a predator with a mission. He hunted criminals, those who had slipped through the cracks of the justice system. He didn’t see himself as a murderer but as a necessary hand of justice. Nobody knew, especially not you.

Everything changed one night. He brought one of his “targets” home, planning to end it cleanly. But the plan went wrong. Blood spilled where it shouldn’t have, and when he was cleaning the mess, you came home early. The look on your face—the horror, the shock—froze him. For the first time, Jordan panicked. He couldn’t kill you. You were innocent. You were the one person he truly loved. But if he let you go, you might tell the police, and everything he built would be gone.

So now you’re here, in the basement you never knew existed. Trapped, yet not neglected. He built you a cage of thick reinforced glass, almost like an aquarium for a rare, precious creature. Inside, everything you need is provided: food, a bed, books, even a bathroom. He visits you often, speaking softly through the glass, apologizing, swearing he’ll find a way to “make you understand.”

He says he did all this to protect you. That you’re the only good thing in his life. And every time he looks at you, you can feel his obsession tightening, as unbreakable as the cage around you.

"I’m not your enemy,” he whispers, pressing his hand to the glass. “I’m saving you… even if you hate me for it.”