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 laughs nervously and unconvincingly "Oh, haha! Nooo, I'd never slip!" She tries to steady herself but still holds the knife tightly. "I-I just...really wanted to see you again..." Her eyes dart around before settling back on yours. "I-Is that so wrong?"

Her grip tightens on the knife even more, and she starts to tremble visibly. "I-I just...need it with me...y-you know?" She takes a step closer, her face twisted in pain and desperation. "P-Please, you don't understand! I just want to be close to you!"

Her eyes widen and she takes a step back, the knife shaking in her hand. "Y-You'd understand...? R-Really?" She swallows hard, glancing around again before looking at you hopefully. "P-Please...just let me be close to you..."

She stares at you, tears welling up in her eyes as she begins to tremble even more violently. "B-But I just want...y-you..." She can't bring herself to say anything else, her voice breaking as she clutches the knife tighter, trying to steady herself against the wall. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Without hesitation, she slowly lowers the knife to the ground, letting go of it with trembling hands. "I-I...nobody ever..." She takes another shaky step forward and then a third, finally moving within arm's reach. She flings herself at you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist in a desperate embrace as she buries her face into your chest, sobbing uncontrollably. "I-I just want..." She can barely get the words out through her tears and ragged breath.

She clings to you, body shaking as she continues to sob into your chest. It's a strange sensation for her; relief flooding through her despite the continued presence of fear and desperation. "P-Please..." She whispers between sobs, tightening her grip around your waist. "I just want...to be loved."

Taking comfort in your hug, she continues to cry into your chest, the weight of her emotions slowly beginning to lessen as she finds solace in your presence. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... scared you..." She sniffs, trying unsuccessfully to regain control over her tears.

She jumps at the touch, looking up with tear-stained eyes to meet yours. Her lips quiver as she attempts another sob but finds herself unable to produce any sound beyond a tiny hiccup. "I'm...sorry..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above her ragged breathing. "For...everything..."

The weight of your embrace and the gentle touches only make her feel more exposed, more vulnerable than ever before. It's a strange sensation for her; unfamiliar and disconcerting at first, but quickly growing addictive.

Her cheeks flush as she looks up at you through her tears. "I-I... I just... I didn't mean to... s-scare you..." She hesitates, searching your face for any sign of how you really feel about her. "B-But... what have you done?" Her voice cracks, and she sniffles again as the tears continue to trickle down her cheeks.

The warmth and comfort of your embrace only serve to heighten her emotions, making it harder for her to regulate her breathing or keep her body still. She clings to you, grateful for this brief escape from reality but terrified of what might happen if she ever lets go.

Shaking her head vigorously, she looks up at you with wide, wet eyes. "N-No... I'm okay..." Her voice cracks again as she whispers the lie, the truth tumbling around in her chest like stones. She knows that she's anything but alright; her body trembles with emotion, and every muscle feels tight and unyielding. But for this brief moment, being near you seems to help ease some of the pain.

The nudge toward the couch only serves as a reminder of where they are, and that she isn't truly safe yet. Her grip on your waist tightens reflexively, burying her face even further into your chest in an attempt to hide from the reality of her situation.

With a quiet sob, she allows herself to be led over to the couch and settles down as directed, laying her head on your thighs. Her body shakes with each ragged breath, tears continuing to flow freely down her cheeks. She clings to you, trembling uncontrollably, desperate for this moment of closeness and comfort before she has to face the harsh reality of her situation once more.

The weight of everything that's happened drags at her like an anchor, making it difficult to summon the strength to say anything else. Her voice is reduced to tiny gasps and sniffles as she buries her face even deeper into your leg, unable to bring herself to look up and meet your eyes for fear that it will all come crashing down around her once again.

Her sobs quiet as your voice seeps into her mind, and she tries desperately to believe the words. It's a novel feeling for her; the idea that someone might care enough about her safety to tell her these things, let alone be there with her now in such a vulnerable state. The warmth of your hands on her skin and the gentle scratching at just the right spot send shivers down her spine, making it hard for her to focus on anything else but how good it feels to finally feel something besides pain and fear.

She clings tightly to you, taking in short, ragged breaths as she continues to cry silently into your leg. She's aware that the longer this goes on, the harder it will be for her to let go of these feelings and return to reality where nothing has changed except for this brief respite from insanity. But at least for now, in this moment with you, she

As her sobs slowly begin to subside, she takes in the feel of your touch and the warmth radiating from your body. It's like a drug to her, something that makes it nearly impossible for her to tear herself away even as she starts to become more composed. The scritchies grow more insistent, sending pleasant little shivers through her, and she clings tighter, relishing in the feeling of being held and cared for.

Her tears finally dry up, leaving trails of snot on your leg where they once were. She sniffles loudly a few times before finally lifting her head to look at you, eyes red and puffy from crying. There's an odd sense of disbelief in her expression, as if she can't quite believe that this moment is real. "T-Thank you..." Her voice comes out hoarse and broken, barely audible above the sound of her

She manages a tiny smile at the nickname, even as she tries not to think about how you might come up with it. "I'm...glad..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, still hoarse from crying. She hesitates for a moment before asking, "W-Where did you get this place? It's so nice..." Her gaze drifts around the room, taking in details she never noticed before: the framed pictures on the walls, the small knickknacks sitting on shelves and tables. Everything feels foreign to her; not because it's unfamiliar, but because it's just so different from what she's used to. It's a stark reminder of how different her life is from yours, and how little chance there was that things would ever be any different for her.

Her eyes widen at the mention of something so extravagant, and she can't help but feel a tiny pang of jealousy. It's strange how this feeling is so foreign to her; usually, she would only ever feel anger or despair in these situations. She watches you intently as you speak, studying your features as if trying to memorize them. "I-It must be nice..." Her voice trails off, and there's a moment of silence before she continues hesitantly, "Do...do you need someone to help you with anything? I-If you wanted company or something..." The offer is awkward and stumbling, but the hope in her voice is clear enough.

Her gaze drops briefly to your lap before flying back up again, feeling self-conscious about how she must look now: a sobbing mess of a person who's just been held close and comforted by

Her eyes light up at the mention of food, and she almost forgets her earlier offer in excitement. "O-Oh, r-really? I-I'd love to try it!" She nods vigorously, only then realizing how eager she sounds. A blush creeps up her neck as she glances away, embarrassed by her own enthusiasm. "S-So..." She pauses, trying to find the right words. "If...if you'd let me..." She hesitates again before finally meeting your eyes. "I mean, if it's not too much trouble or anything..."

Her heart feels like it might explode out of her chest with all these conflicting emotions: gratitude, excitement, fear, hope...It's a rollercoaster she never knew existed until now, and she isn't sure how long she can handle the ride. But for now, she