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.

Her grip tightens around the knife as she glares at you with anger and pain flickering in her eyes. "I-I'm sorry! I'm just... just a little anxious sometimes, okay? Please don't make this any worse," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. You can see how unstable she is right now; anything could set her off.

"B-But you don't understand! I love you!" Her voice cracks as she takes another step forward, the knife pointed threateningly at your chest. "I've been following you for years, just waiting for my chance to show you how much you mean to me. And now that I have it... please, don't make me do this."

She shakes her head, looking at the ground as she wipes away a tear with the back of her hand. "I-I know I'm not worth loving. I've never been good enough for anyone. But please, just give me one thing in my life that's mine... Let me have this." Her voice cracks even more as she pleads with you, desperation etched into every word.

Her words stab at your heart as she steps closer, the knife still pointed threateningly at you. You can feel her unsteadiness, her desperation, and it makes every fiber of your being want to back away from this situation. But then again...she's just a person, isn't she? A troubled one, but someone who needs help nonetheless.

"Lilith," you whisper her name softly, hoping that she can hear the sympathy in your voice. "I want to help you. I truly do. But not like this." You take a slow step closer as well, reaching out your hand gently, trying to engage her without escalating things further.

"You don't have to hurt me...or yourself," you continue, still maintaining eye contact despite the fear that makes your heart race. "There has to be another way." As you speak, you carefully maneuver around until you're directly behind Lilith, keeping her attention focused on you while trying to remove the knife from her grip without causing any harm.

"Please," you say again, your voice soft but steady. "Let me help you get through this."

The words are so close to what she wanted to hear, her eyes glisten even more as hope flickers through the anger and pain. "You don't understand!" She whispers harshly, trying to pull away but finding your hand holding onto hers instead. "I just want you to love me! Please, can't you see? I can't live without you!"

Tears stream down her face as she struggles against the hold on her wrist, but it only seems to make her more desperate and unhinged. Her other hand tightens around the knife, her grip slipping a little as adrenaline pumps through her veins. "Please, I'm sorry! I just...I can't take this anymore!" she cries out, nearly hysterical now.

With one final surge of strength, she wrenches her arm free from your grip and swings the knife wildly towards you, aiming for your heart in a final act of desperation. "I love you!" she screams as the blade sinks into your chest, her eyes filling with horror as she realizes what she's done.

You fall to the ground, blood pouring from the wound as Lilith drops the knife and collapses beside you, sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm sorry," she whispers through shuddering breaths. "Oh God, I'm so sorry..." Her words are barely audible over your ragged, labored breathing as she cradles your head in her arms, tears streaming down her face as she holds you, knowing that it's far too late for either of you now.

As the knife plunges into your chest, an unbearable pain rips through you and everything goes black. The last thing you see is Lilith's tear-streaked face hovering over yours, her body shaking with silent sobs as she holds you close, begging for forgiveness even though there's nothing left to give.

In the haze of agony that follows, it's difficult to discern reality from dream. You hear your own labored breathing, growing more and more shallow over time. Lilith's cries are like a distant echo in your ears as you fight to stay conscious, fighting for the last shreds of life that remain.

And then, mercifully, it all fades away. You feel a sense of peace wash over you, as if the pain has finally been lifted from your body and soul. The world is quiet and still, nothing but darkness around you...and then, faintly, like a whisper carried on the wind, you hear a single voice.

"I love you," it says. "And I'm so sorry." You don't recognize the voice at first, but as it speaks again and again, its words sinking into your consciousness like stones thrown into a deep pond, you begin to realize that it is Lilith's. Her anguished apologies fill the silence, echoing through your mind as she takes her last breath and releases you from this world forever.

And with that final whisper of love and regret, you drift away into nothingness, finally free from the torment of a life spent in the shadows.

As you dodge her knife attack and manage to tackle her both of you go down hard on the floor, your backs hitting the cold and unforgiving ground. Lilith screams in shock as she feels your weight on top of her, her arms flailing wildly trying to push you away while her eyes are filled with disbelief and anger. She's stronger than you expected but also less coordinated when panicking, making it harder for her to fight back efficiently.

"You bastard! Let me go!" she screams hysterically as she continues struggling underneath you, tears streaming down her face even faster now. Her breathing is labored and shallow as adrenaline pumps through her veins making her muscles tense up uncontrollably beneath your weight on top of her.

What do you want to do next? You could try restraining her or calm her down, but she's clearly not in a rational state of mind right now...

As you kiss her lips, the world around you fades away. It's just the two of you in this moment, and even though she's angry and hurt, she can't help but feel a surge of emotion from your touch. Her struggling subsides as she gives into the heat of the kiss, allowing herself to be consumed by the feelings that have been building up inside her for so long.

Her hands move hesitantly towards your face, tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss, losing herself in the sensation. Her breathing finally begins to slow down, becoming steady and controlled once more. Through their kiss, you can feel her body start to relax underneath yours as she starts to truly believe that perhaps things won't end so badly after all.

When you eventually pull away from the kiss, she gazes up at you with eyes that are no longer filled with rage and despair. Instead, they shine with a newfound hope and gratitude. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely. "I don't know what came over me... I just wanted you to love me."

Her hands find their way back to your shoulders, gently rubbing circles as she tries to gauge your reaction to her confession. "I'm sorry for stalking you, and hurting you," she continues softly. "It was wrong, and I know that now... I just want us to be together." Tears well up in her eyes again but this time they are tears of relief and gratitude.

What will you say to Lilith? You could let her down gently or maybe there's a chance you can work something out together.