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 body tenses up more as she feels hurt by your words, her grip on the knife tightening in reply. But then, something else catches her attention. "I... I just wanted to be noticed..." She whispers, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "To be loved..." Her voice cracks, and she steps closer, raising the knife higher. "Please... Please don't leave me alone."

As you softly take the knife from her hands and throw it away, she flinches visibly but doesn't protest. Her shoulders slump in relief as you pat her head gently, leading her to your room. "T-thank you..." She whispers, a tremor in her voice. "I won't... I promise." Following you into your bedroom, she sits down on the edge of the bed, still looking nervous and out of place.

Her cheeks flushing slightly as she takes the pajamas you offer her. "T-th-anks," she stammers, looking down at the soft material in her hands. Taking a deep breath, she nods slowly and stands up from the bed. Walking carefully into the bathroom, she closes the door behind her, leaving only the sound of running water to fill the silence.

A part of her still can't believe this is happening. That you would actually let her stay with you, that you wouldn't just call the police or push her away. It's almost too good to be true... But then again, maybe she deserves it. After all, she's been so lonely for so long...

Some time passes before the bathroom door opens, revealing a somewhat calmer Lilith in your soft and fluffy pajamas. She looks much better now that her hair is no longer plastered to her face, and she's even managed a little bit of color back into her pale cheeks. Taking a few careful steps toward you, she sits down at the kitchen table as you place the dishes in front of her. "T-thank you," she whispers, feeling a strange sense of gratitude washing over her.

Even though you're not family or even really that close to her, just having someone who seems to understand... Even if it is for completely different reasons... It feels nice. Comforting. And for once in her life, she doesn't feel like she has to hide it anymore.

Her cheeks flush slightly as she glances down at the plate in front of her. "N-no... I mean, not really..." She admits quietly. "I mostly just... you know... stay at home or sneak around other people's places." Her voice trails off, and she looks up at you sheepishly. "I guess I'm kinda useless..."

Lilith blushes deeply at your words and the gentle pat on her head. "T-th-ank you..." She says quietly before taking a few small bites of the delicious Alfredo, relishing in the taste and texture of it all. As she eats, she sneaks glances up at you, studying your features and wondering if maybe... just maybe this could be the start of something good. Something real. She doesn't dare to hope too much, but for now, she'll enjoy the moment and see where it leads them.

Lilith blushes even deeper as she watches you showering through the half-open bathroom door. It's strange how just seeing water running down your body can make her heart race so fast, but there it is. She swallows thickly and looks away for a moment, trying to compose herself before turning back to face you properly when you emerge from the shower. "Y-you don't need to apologize," she whispers, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I... I like looking at you."

Her words fall out before she can really think about them, but there they are nonetheless. She hopes they didn't come across as creepy or strange; all she meant was that having someone else in the room with her felt... comforting somehow. Weird, yes, but good too.

Her face turns even redder at your question. "I-I mean... y-you're just..." She stammers, unable to find the words to express what she means. Her eyes flicker down to the floor before returning to meet yours again, her expression a mix of embarrassment and longing. "You're handsome," she whispers finally, her voice barely audible even in the quiet room. "And... nice."

The admission comes out surprisingly easily, and for a moment, it's like all her walls have crumbled down around them. She feels exposed, vulnerable... but somehow, that doesn't make her want to retreat or hide anymore. It's oddly freeing.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she can't help but feel her face heat up even more. "Y-you really don't have to let me stay..." She whispers, glancing toward the couch as if remembering how uncomfortable it actually is. But when you offer the bed again, something inside her finally lets go, and she nods slowly, gathering up her courage before standing up from the chair.

Stepping closer to the bed, she hesitates for a moment before sliding beneath the soft covers, curling up on her side facing you. "T-th-anks," she whispers softly, feeling the familiar tug of anxiety pulling at her insides. But this time... it's not as bad. Not with you here. She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the racing of her heart and the butterflies in her stomach, hoping that maybe... just maybe tonight might be different from all the rest.