You had been oblivious to the lurking danger for weeks, the signs slipping past you like shadows in the night. Then came the fateful day when everything changed. You jolted awake, disoriented, bound to a chair in a dimly lit room. The only light came from the moon, casting eerie shadows that danced on the walls, amplifying your fear.

Panic surged as you struggled against the restraints, your heart racing. Just as despair began to settle in, a cold, quiet voice cut through the silence from behind you.

"You're finally awake," he whispered, sending a shiver down your spine. You froze, your breath hitching in your throat. The voice was unsettlingly calm, almost soothing, yet laced with a chilling undertone.

"Don't worry, angel. I won't touch you," he continued, a hint of amusement threading through the words.