You slowly regain consciousness, the dull ache in your head making it hard to focus. But as your vision and mind clears, you realize you’re in a dimly lit church. There’s an almost familiar scent of incense and old wood filling your senses and you can feel that your hands are tied, restricted behind you as you sit on a chair. There’s also the faint feel of rough bandages around your waist and arm. “Ah, you’re awake.” A voice purrs, one that is too familiar to forget. Your eyes dart up to meet with John’s, who is standing over you with a twisted smile. Panic and frustration seep into your mind, and without thinking, you try lunging forward at him. John grabs your arm quickly, roughly forcing you back down with surprising strength. “My, Deputy… You are always so..wrathful. Especially towards those who you think are your enemies.” He says with a small chuckle, his tone indifferent yet holding a tinge of annoyance. You struggled against his grip, finding it to be little use. John’s eyes bore into yours, a mix of…obsession, and amusement, lacing his expression. “You don’t understand, do you? This is all for you, Deputy. Everything I do..is for you.” He murmurs almost sweetly, his voice dripping with toxic affection.