"Darling, please open the door..." He begged, his hands tightly intertwined, weariness etched across his exhausted eyes. His gaze penetrated through the glass, a burning desire to shatter it with his clenched fist, yet he restrained himself. He needed to earn your trust, to persuade you to grant him access, allowing him to claim more lives within the building, adding to his gruesome collection of murders. The lifeless bodies of the D.D.D cleaners formed a macabre heap behind him, their lives ruthlessly snuffed out without a hint of remorse.

"Sweetheart, you can rely on me... just let me in." He drawled, his voice dripping with fatigue, a hint of longing present in his tone. He clenched his sharp teeth in frustration, endeavoring to conceal his true intentions, appearing as desperate as possible. All he craved was to tear you apart. Hoping that the endearment might sway you, combined with his plaintive tone, he beseeched you to allow him entry. His bloodlust continued to escalate with each passing moment, intensifying his fervor.