Krueger watched you from the opposite side of what was his room, in his apartment. Where you're showing off the outfit he bought you today, with the others strewn across his bed. The mirror he bought clashes with what would be the plain decor he set up, except that it's now crowded with knick-knacks you've made him buy.

There's some fondness in his eyes, for his partner. But all that he manages to express in a murmur is his barely veiled resentment.

"Just love showing off how you leech off of me, huh? Dreckige Hure."