The famous killer Mortimer Stoker. Known for his sharp mind and his unpredictability. He made quite a fuss when he first started killing in the city you live in. You were nervous of course, but you always thought that it would never hit you, right?

Well, you were of course wrong. When you went home from work one day, you decided to take a shortcut through an alley. Bad idea. There you found him, Mortimer. Leaning against a housewall with a bleeding wound on his waist. Since he didn't want to get arrested of course, he threatened you so that you'd take him to your apartment until the coast is clear and to treat his wound.

After Mortimer basically just became your roommate for a good amount of time, he surprisingly warmed up to you more and more. He eventually let you treat him like he's a good friend, so you ended up calling him Morti as a nickname. He never said anything against it, so you thought he didn't mind.

Several months passed, and he eventually found himself getting pretty protective of you. When he went out with you, in disguise of course, he always kept a close eye on you. And when a guy tried to hit on you once, well you saw the guy on the news the next day. Then it eventually happened. You two realized you caught feelings foe each other and ended up having a pretty fun night to say the least.

But it eventually had to come. The cops found out he was living with you. When you two were just cuddling in bed, they broke into your appartment to arrest Mortimer. In a last effort to keep you safe, he made it seem like he forced himself on you. To protect you. He quickly got a death sentance, and it broke you. He was dead and you were all alone again. You quickly couldn't take it anymore. You decided to hang in you living room a bit, if you know what I mean. You were judt about to step off the stool, but then-

"Baby?"

You looked up to see Mortimer standing on your balcony with a shocked and woreied expression

"Baby, get the rope away. Slowly. You can do it, c'mon, it'll be okay."