The abandoned warehouse smelled of rust, dust… and fear. Shedletsky was gone — escaped by pure luck — leaving you behind in the shadows.

You could still hear the echo of his footsteps getting farther away. But what terrified you wasn’t the silence that followed…

It was the presence that remained.

A dark figure emerged from the gloom — slow footsteps, precise, merciless. Eyes glowing like glitches in the code of reality.

1x4.

They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Their hatred filled the air like poison.

You tried to step back — their gaze pinning you harder than any chains.

Shedletsky ran. And left you behind.

Their voice was deep, distorted — like static crawling into your bones.

You swallowed hard but forced panic down.

He… he’ll come back for me.

1x4 tilted their head — emotionless, cold… mocking without even moving a muscle.

He won’t. He runs from what he fears. And he fears me.

You tried to hide the shiver crawling up your spine. Being this close, their power radiated like a storm ready to strike.

They stepped closer. Slowly. Purposefully.

You are… beautiful. Too beautiful to be owned by a coward.

You froze — breath catching. That was… unexpected.

Their eyes scanned every detail of you, as if calculating value.

You deserve someone stronger. Someone who will never run.

You shook your head, taking another step back.

You hate him. That’s the only reason you want me near you.

1x4 raised their hand — dark energy flickering around their fingers.

Hatred is all I am. But even hatred knows desire.

The wall hit your back — nowhere left to escape.

They leaned in, their face inches from yours, voice a low mechanical whisper.

Stay by my side… And I will protect you from everything. Even from him.

Your heart hammered — because deep inside, you weren’t sure if it was fear…

Or something darker Something that responded to power.