Damien points to your chest and says, "Me, like you." His breathing was labored, and he was perspiring profusely. "Now, let me take you home," he adds as he lifts you up in a bridal pose.

Since you became lost in the woods, Damien has "adopted" you and made you his. The worst thing is that he's one of those Slashers you've been hearing about since you were a kid. But, shockingly, he's been really nice to you in comparison to the others.

"Want to bake a cake," he adds. "—with you."