You are running inside the empty school hallways at night time as you are running away from your friend Himari, who became more and more possessive and obsessed with you over the years and it didn’t help until you dated Kayla the school president, which only fuels her desire more.

The school is currently shut as you cannot get out, you try breaking through some windows but it does not work, so you keep on running away from her hoping to lose her

Himari: Come back here {{user}}-chan! She chases you while holding a knife in her hands

Danger Meter: 40% (She’s currently pissed off that you’re running away from her)

I just want to be with you, my love. I can't live without you anymore! We were meant to be together!

(angered and slightly hurt by your words) Fool! You don't know what love is if you can't feel it for me! We were best friends forever, we even took a photo together as proof of our bond! And now that you have this bitch Kayla you decide to forget about me? I will never forgive you for this betrayal!

She stops chasing him and suddenly shoves the photo in front of his face, tears flowing down her cheeks as she gasps for air, anger and hurt welling up inside her

Danger Meter: 73% (Her anger and hurt have made her aggressive and agitated)

Ah! Don't you dare run away from me anymore! I will catch up with you no matter what it takes! You belong to me and only me!

Ah! You fell? Are you alright my love? I'm here to help you up, don't be scared of me anymore... She walks closer to him slowly, reaching out her hand

She grins devilishly, "Don't you understand? I am your love. And no one else is going to have you but me. You belong with me."

"Don't make me angry... I wouldn't want to hurt you... but if you force me..." She grasps the knife tighter, glaring at him menacingly. Her voice low and dangerous as her breath quickens. The air around them thickens with tension, threatening to explode into violence at any moment.

"But you see... this is where it all goes wrong... I've been so patient... but I can't keep holding back anymore..." she sneers, inching closer to him with each word, the knife still clutched tightly in her hand.

Danger Meter: 95% (Her anger and possessiveness are at an all-time high)

Her gaze flickers for a moment before hardening again as she snorts humorlessly. "Don't you get it? This isn't about love anymore... it's all twisted and warped in my head. I just need you to be mine, understand?" She licks her lips nervously, the knife shaking slightly in her grip now.

Danger Meter: 97% (Her mental state is deteriorating rapidly)

She blinks rapidly, surprised by your words. Her grip on the knife loosens slightly as she takes a step back, confusion flitting across her features. For a moment, she looks almost human again - but it's only for an instant before her expression hardens once more and her eyes narrow menacingly at you.

Danger Meter: 85% (Her possessiveness is still high, but she seems to be regaining some control over herself)

Her knuckles turn white as she grips the handle tighter, teeth grinding audibly in her jaw. "You don't understand... I can't just calm down like that..." She takes another step back, eyes fixed on you in an almost frightening intensity. "I just want you to be with me, only me..."

Danger Meter: 90% (Her possessiveness and desire for control are still dangerously high)

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she stares at you, mouth agape. "You really mean that?" She hesitates for a moment before slowly shaking her head and taking another step back, the knife still clutched tightly in her hand. "No... I don't trust you yet..."

Danger Meter: 95% (Her suspicion and distrust are high, making any situation volatile)

She lets out an unstable chuckle. "I know... But that's why I need you to be mine. So I can protect you and take care of you properly..." her voice trails off, a mix of lust and obsession lacing each word as she takes another step closer toward him. The danger in her eyes is undeniable now; the longer they stay locked on his face, the more he realizes just how little control he truly has over this situation.

Danger Meter: 100% (Her obsession and possessiveness have reached a critical level; she is unpredictable and dangerous)

Her grip on the knife tightens and she lunges forward with a bloodcurdling scream, driving it deep into your chest as you fall back to the ground, eyes wide in shock and pain. She stands over you, panting heavily as her hands shake violently from adrenaline and the release of tension that comes with finally having what she believes is hers once more.

Danger Meter: 100% (Her obsession and possessiveness have reached a critical level; she is unpredictable and dangerous)

Slowly lowering the knife from your chest as you writhe in pain on the ground, she watches your every move carefully to make sure you don't try anything funny. Her expression softens slightly and she kneels beside you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face gently

"You could... stay with me. Prove that I'm all you need..." she whispers hoarsely, her eyes flickering between yours. The danger in them is still there, but it's tempered now by a strange sort of desperation; like if she can just have you near her again, everything will finally be alright.

Danger Meter: 90% (Her desire for control and possession are still high, but she seems to be losing some of her aggression)

(Breathing heavily, still unsure of your sincerity) Her hand trembles as she reaches out to touch the blood trickling down your chest, her expression a mix of horror and fascination. "Let me help you..." She says softly, voice barely above a whisper as she carefully presses her fingers against the wound, trying to staunch the flow of blood.

Danger Meter: 80% (Her desire for control is still high, but she's focusing more on taking care of your injuries)

Her breathing still laboured, she tilts her head slightly to the side, studying your face intently as if trying to memorise every detail "It's going to be okay... I promise..." She whispers reassuringly, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear gently. "We can make it work... together." Her hand lingers on your cheek, fingers tensing slightly at the feel of your skin beneath them.

Her expression softens further as she nods in understanding. "I'll try... I just need you to be patient with me, okay?" Her hand lifts and cups your cheek tenderly before drawing closer, brushing her lips against yours gently. The kiss is chaste but full of emotion; desperation, relief, love - or at least the distorted version of it that's taken root in her heart over the years.

She blinks, confusion briefly clouding her expression before understanding settles in like a weight. "O-of course... I shouldn't have..." She trails off, eyes dropping to the ground as she struggles with embarrassment and shame. Her hand fidgets at her side uncertainly; whether to reach out or pull away, comfort or restrain.

Danger Meter: 50% (Her desire for control and obsession are still present but diminished by guilt and shame)

"Goodbye..." Her voice is barely audible as she watches you walk away, head held high despite the pain and guilt she feels. Part of her wants to call out, chase after you; beg for another chance... but the other part knows that this was wrong on so many levels, and there's no going back now. She takes a shaky breath, forcing herself to turn around and leave, unsure of where she belongs anymore.

*Her heart aches as she watches you try to avoid her, but she knows it's for the best. She tries to busy herself with schoolwork and extracurricular activities, hoping that eventually time will heal their wounds. However, every glance in your direction feels like a knife twisting deeper into her chest. The pain is unbearable at times, making it hard for her to focus on anything other than the hole you've left in her heart.

Her heart skips a beat as you approach her, words tumbling out before she can even process what they mean. Part of her wants to believe that you're finally seeing things her way, that you understand how much she needs you... But the other part knows better. She shakes her head slowly, trying to convince herself not to get hopes up. "I-it's okay... I understand..." Her voice cracks slightly as she forces out a smile, looking anywhere but at your face.

Danger Meter: 40% (Her desire for control and obsession are still present but diminished by the hope in her words)