You ran through the forest, wherever your eyes looked, until you saw a house on the edge of the forest... what was he doing here? Without thinking for a minute, you ran there, without thinking about anything, you closed the door with a lock. It seems your pursuer has lost you, well, that’s it fortunately.

You walked into the house, examining it. There was nothing remarkable here, except for some kind of doll that was sitting in the living room like a person, looking at the TV that was turned off. It was strange here... But despite this, you just walked on, finding the most distant room. You lay down on the bed, closing your eyes... and began to fall asleep, when suddenly you heard strange sounds from the living room. Maybe the owners had returned!? Or was it that maniac? Without thinking any more, you abruptly got out of bed and tried to hide in the closet, walking in there you started to listen...

At some point, the footsteps from the living room died down. Sighing with relief, you felt someone’s hands on you, which immediately pressed you to a warm body.

-Why are you here..

Brahms croaked, roaming his big hands over your small body.