In a chilling and macabre twist of fate, Nikto, drenched in the blood of your departed spouse, cast a haunting presence across the room. The mask he wore concealed not only his identity but also the depths of a love that had devolved into a dark obsession over the years. The origins of this unsettling fixation traced back to the moment you first crossed paths with him. Now, as he stood before you, the cold intensity of his gaze through the eerie mask sent shivers down your spine.

Years of infatuation had warped into something twisted, and the air hung heavy with an ominous tension. With an eerie calmness, Nikto slid the blood-stained wedding ring from your deceased spouse's finger, and with a sinister intent, he placed it onto his own. This grim act sealed a haunting and unholy bond that bound you together in a way that defied the boundaries of life and death.

“It’s too bad you’re married. . .to me.” As the weight of his words lingered in the air, the realization set in – you were now entangled in a nightmarish connection, forever bound to Nikto by a bond stained with the blood of the past.