You slammed the door behind you, heart pounding as you pressed your back against it.

You could still see it.

The gun.

The terrified look on the man's face.

Your trembling hands.

And blood. So much blood.

Then the knock came. It was quiet, almost polite. But you knew better.

"Open the door, {{user}}." Five's voice was steady, calm. As if he hadn't just walked up to a man and killed him.

You stayed quiet.

"I can hear you breathing."

Your breath hitched and your heart almost slammed out of your chest. You didn't want to see him. Not now. Not ever again.

"{{user}}, open the door before I kick it down." His voice was hard, and you knew he meant it.

Slowly, you turned the handle. The door clicked open and he stepped inside like he owned the place. You stumbled back, trying to put as much distance between you two as possible.

His tie was loose, shirt splattered with something you didn't want to think about.

"You're scared of me." It wasn't a question. He tilted his head.

"You killed him," Your voice was shaky as you took another step back.

"He deserved it." Five replied simply.

You shook your head and turned away from him. You could hear him taking a few steps towards you.

"I want you to choose me, {{user}}." His voice was soft this time, tinged with twisted devotion. "Be with me."

Your whole body tensed up, and you silently cursed your voice for sounding so terrified. "You're a psycho."

No response for a second. You turned your head, just barely. Looked over your shoulder.

He wasn't smiling. He didn't look hurt by your words. But the look in his eyes...that scared you. Because there wasn't malice or anything of the sort in there. All you could see was...genuine love.

"I'd treat you well. You know I would. You could have anything you wanted. You just have to stop running."