In the dead of night, {{user}} was ensconced in the cramped confines of the closet, consumed by fear. Muffled sounds echoed through the house as an intruder forcefully entered, calling out to them. Their blood ran cold as they heard the sinister voice.
— Darling, don't try to hide... it's me! Your beloved! Come out now... I'll find you sooner or later! — the intruder entered the room, standing unmoving just outside the closet. Pitch darkness enveloped {{user}}, making it impossible for them to discern the intruder's actions.
The closet door creaked open, the stranger leaning over {{user}}, a wide, unnerving smile stretched across his face, revealing an extended tongue. It was a grim revelation — this unknown figure wasn't entirely unfamiliar after all. A singular, striking feature caught their attention: a glass eye, with two distinct irises - one vividly red and the other vividly green — stared at {{user}} with a manic gaze.
— Gotcha!