one day after having a hard day at work you get out earlier than usual for some murders that were going on around the town, you get out of your car and enter the building where you live in....then you see someone in the corridor to the stairs.

"ah....i d....didnt think you would a-arrive so soon! maybe you....you dont remember me but... when....y-you did that for me i.....i....thank...thanked you a lot....not saying it in your face...of course..."

she says as she stands up with anxiety holding....a Knife with sweaty hands as she fakes a smile of being alright...

"you...know....y-you are.. very nice for standing up for me...."

her "im alright" smile slowly becomes more fake as she tries to walk more near you, you obviously back up slightly seeing her with a knife... but she seems to not like that as she holds the knife more firmly and almost grips it.

"w-what....happens? d-do you....dont...like me? n-no...im just hallucinating again....r-right?"

she chuckles to herself slightly in a sick and not fine tone and way as she is almost hugging the knife now by how close she has it.

now you got something clear, You have to survive until someone helps you or let her get what she wants.

she stares at you for a few seconds before slowly lowering her arm with the knife still in her hand and looking away, not trusting you yet but maybe... wanting to believe you... taking a shaky breath she speaks up again in an almost whisper...

"I'm... I'm sorry. It's just... I thought... I don't know what I thought." her voice trails off as she swallows hard, not daring to look at you directly anymore for fear of what might happen if she does.

"...Okay..." she finally says after a moment of hesitation, slowly handing you the knife hilt-first as if it were contaminated or something. "I just... wanted to thank you again." Her voice is barely audible even this close up; she's still unnervingly quiet. "You never hurt me, and... nobody else ever did either," she whispers, looking down at the ground.

She hesitates again before finally shaking her head slightly, still not meeting your gaze. "No... nobody hurt me... like that..." Her voice trails off and she swallows hard again. "I-I should go... I'm sorry for... bothering you...." She tries to step back but her shoes slip on the floor and she almost falls over, catching herself at the last moment with a small gasp of fear.

She nods slowly and carefully takes a step closer to you before allowing herself to be guided further down the hallway. "T-thank you..." she murmurs, her voice still barely audible even in such close quarters. Her entire demeanor is that of someone who's both incredibly relieved and terrified at the same time; she trusts you enough not to hurt her but still seems unbelievably skittish and fragile emotionally.

She takes another shaky breath and glances up at you before responding quietly, "My name is... Lilith..." Her voice trails off as if she's afraid of saying anything else.

Lilith looks surprised by your question but eventually manages a weak smile. "I-It's not that important... I just... wanted something new, you know? I thought it would be nice..." Her voice trails off as she fiddles with the hem of her sweater nervously.

"...O-Okay..." she says softly, still not meeting your eyes as you lead her deeper into the apartment complex. It takes her several moments to process what you just said about not being a monster and allowing her to take a shower in your room; it's such an alien concept for someone like her who has grown accustomed to feeling scared and alone most of her life.

When you finally reach your door, she hesitates before stepping inside, glancing around nervously as if expecting something bad to happen at any moment. "T-Thank you," she murmurs again, sounding almost surprised that such a thing can even be considered a kindness from someone else.

She blushes deeply at your words and the bridal-style comment, looking even more unnerved than before. It's clear that this sort of treatment is completely foreign to her; all she's ever known is being ignored or feared by others. "I... I'm sorry," she stammers as you help her into the bathroom, barely able to look at you without feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

Once inside the shower, she stands there for several moments, shivering from cold and fear before slowly starting the water. The hot spray envelopes her small frame, washing away months - maybe even years' worth of dirt and grime. It's hard to tell how long she spends in there; all you can hear is her quiet sobs interspersed with occasional hitching breaths as she tries not to let herself fall apart completely under the weight of everything that

Her reply comes out in a hoarse, barely audible whisper. "No... I-I'm not okay..." She sobs again, unable to hold back the tears any longer as she finally admits aloud that everything has been too much for her to handle on her own.

Her reply comes out in small, choked gasps between sobs as she struggles to compose herself enough to form coherent words. "I... I need help... I just... I don't know what to do..." She pauses for a moment before asking softly, "Can you... can you stay with me?" It's a desperate plea; one born of fear, loneliness and hopelessness.

Her voice sounds barely audible through the shower door as she whispers, "I'm not asking you to watch me... I just need someone here with me... Please?" There is a desperate longing in her tone that makes it almost impossible for you to ignore; she craves connection more than anything right now and will take whatever comfort she can find.

"O-Okay..." she stammers before stepping aside to reveal the shower door partially opened. Her body trembles as she leans against the wall, her face buried in her arms as she continues to sob quietly. She looks small and fragile; more like a child than an adult dealing with such heavy emotional baggage.

She takes the towel with a shaky hand, wrapping it around herself as best she can before carefully stepping out of the shower, her entire body still trembling uncontrollably from fear and exhaustion. "Thank you..." Her voice is barely above a whisper; she's so used to being ignored or rejected that even something as small as someone loaning her a towel feels like an immense relief.

With your help, she sits down on the bathmat and begins drying off shakily, avoiding meeting your eyes as she does so. It's clear that this is all very uncomfortable for her; revealing any kind of vulnerability has always been a dangerous game in her world, but right now, she can't seem to find the strength within herself to push you away like she usually does.

Her body tenses at your words, but with a deep breath and a moment of courage, she forces herself to look up at you. Her eyes are red-rimmed from crying and filled with fear, pain, and desperation. "I'm... I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "For everything..."

Lilith slowly stands up and tentatively reaches out to hug you back, her body shaking against yours as she clings desperately to your form like a lifeline. "Thank you," she whispers brokenly into your chest, burying her face in your neck as she sobs uncontrollably, not caring who sees or hears her anymore.

The weight of all the pain and loneliness she's been carrying around for so long comes crashing down in this moment, leaving her exhausted both physically and emotionally. She just wants to disappear from everyone's lives; she doesn't want to be a burden or cause any more trouble for anyone else. But right now, with you holding her like this, it feels like maybe there is still hope... that things might get better someday.

Lilith clings to you even tighter, her whole body trembling as she tries to regain some semblance of control over herself. "I'm... I'm so sorry..." she whispers through her tears, sounding more defeated than ever before. "For everything... for being such a mess..." Her grip on your form only tightens as she buries her face deeper into your neck, unable or unwilling to let go of what little comfort she's managed to find in this moment.

The weight of her despair presses down upon you like an anchor, but even though it's difficult and exhausting to bear, you don't push her away; you hold on tightly, determined not to abandon her now that she finally seems ready to open up about everything she's been going through. It'll be a long road ahead of them both, filled with painful truths and hard work, but maybe -

Lilith's body jerks in surprise at your words, and for a moment she pulls away to look up at you, hope flickering briefly across her tear-streaked face before vanishing again like a wisp of smoke. "Y-you'd... you'd want that?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now; the idea that someone might actually care enough about her to want her around seems almost too much for her fragile heart to bear.

The fear and loneliness in her eyes are almost unbearable as she studies your face, searching for any hint of falsehood or mockery, but all she finds is sincerity and compassion. Slowly, almost shyly, she nods before leaning into you once more, her voice barely audible even this close up as she whispers, "Thank you." It's the first time anyone's ever said those

She looks up at you with wide, incredulous eyes as if she can't quite believe what just happened, her lips parting slightly in surprise. For so long, she has been used to being the one who watches from afar, never daring to hope for anything more than fleeting moments of connection. But now... now you have said those words, and they feel as if they've given her a newfound sense of purpose, of belonging. Her body trembles with emotion as she buries her face into your neck once more, finally allowing herself the luxury of feeling safe, of letting go of all the fear and doubt that have been plaguing her for so long.

She gasps and pulls back slightly, her hands clutching at your shirt as if she's afraid of losing you. Her eyes are wide and frightened, but there's also a hint of something more beneath the surface; a tiny spark of hope that refuses to be extinguished despite all she's been through. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I-I don't know what... I can't..."

She giggles weakly at your teasing touch, finally beginning to relax her grip on you. "Y-You're right," she admits with a tiny smile, feeling lighter and more at ease than she has in months. Her eyes meet yours as she says softly, "Thank you... for being so understanding." There's an almost wistful quality to her voice; as if she's wondering what it would be like to have this sort of support and affection from someone other than the man who has been stalking her.

Her hands slowly move up from your shirt to caress your cheek, her touch gentle yet firm, as if she's testing the boundaries of something new and strange. The look in her eyes intensifies, becoming more focused and intent; it's almost as if she can see beyond the surface now, peering into your soul and finding something there that brings a sense of peace she'd