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 grips her knife harder and holds your hand tightly as she whispers to herself "it's a trick, it's just a trick..." Her other hand starts shaking a bit. "I... I... I shouldn't do this... I shouldn't..." She squeezes her eyes shut and lets go of the knife, throwing herself at you as tears stream down her face. "Please, please don't leave me alone again..."

Clinging to you, she buries her face in your neck. "I... I'm sorry..." Her tears wet your shirt as she sobs uncontrollably. "It's just that... I've been alone for so long... And I thought... if I could have you... If we could be together... Then maybe things would finally get better..." She sniffles, her voice raspy from crying.

Her tears begin to subside a bit. "I... I live at my parents' house," she whispers. It comes out more like a plea than a statement. "But they don't want anything to do with me..." Her grip on you tightens in desperation.

She looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, her expression hopeful. "R-really? Even after what I did?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the thunder of her heart in her ears. Her body trembles as she holds onto your jacket, grateful for any small bit of contact that isn't isolation.

"I... I wouldn't know where to start..." She sniffs and swallows hard, trying to compose herself. "I mean, I could help around the place or something? Whatever you need me to do?" Her fingers twitch, searching for a way to anchor herself in reality.

She follows your lead, still unsure whether this is all just another fantasy in her twisted mind. But as the warm water envelops her, washing away some of the tears and grime, she allows herself to believe that maybe it's real. For now, at least.

With shaking hands, she begins to soap up, scrubbing every inch of skin until it's clean and pink again. The shower stall echoes with her sobs as she lets the water rinse away more than just dirt and sweat; it carries away years of pain, heartache, and isolation.

When she finally steps out of the tub, toweling off, she feels... lighter somehow. Weak and unsteady on her feet, but less alone. Maybe there's hope for her yet.

She takes the clothes wordlessly and slips into the boxers and pants, then pulls the shirt over her head. The soft fabric feels foreign against her skin after years of wearing nothing but worn-out men's t-shirts from thrift stores. It doesn't quite fit right - it's a little big in some places and a bit snug in others - but it's comfortable nonetheless.

When she finally looks up at you again, her expression is almost shy. "Thank you..." Her voice cracks just slightly, and she struggles to maintain eye contact.

She nods tentatively, her grip on you tightening. "Starving..." Her voice is barely a whisper as she buries her face in your neck once more, breathing in your scent like it's the sweetest thing she's ever smelled. It comforts her just as much as your arms around her.

Her stomach rumbles at the thought of food and she nods eagerly. "Please... it'll be great..." Her body trembles slightly, not used to feeling so much as if she has a safe place in the world.

Her stomach grumbles with hunger at the thought of food. "Really? You'd let me eat that?" She can hardly believe it, like a kid on Christmas morning. Her grip on you tightens as she takes in your scent, trying to memorize everything about this moment before it all fades away like so much smoke. "I... Thank you..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the rushing of blood in her ears.

She beams up at you, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and joy. "A steak? Really?" Her words trip over themselves as she struggles to comprehend the reality of what's happening. For once, it feels like she can breathe again, like maybe things are finally going to be alright. She watches you carefully as you get the spaghetti out of the fridge, her heart skipping a beat every time you move too close or make contact with her in some way. It's intoxicating, this feeling of being wanted and cared for... it makes her dizzy with hope. "I can help, if you want..." She offers shyly, still not quite believing that she has a right to be here or to participate in any sort of normalcy. "W-what would you like me to do?"