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)

Her face flushes at your words, unexpected warmth spreading through her. She looks up to meet your eyes briefly before averting her gaze once more, embarrassed by the emotions swirling inside her. "T-thank you..." she stammers. There's an awkward silence between them, neither quite sure what to say or do next.

She hesitates before answering, searching your face for any signs of sincerity. "I-I don't know... I just wanted you to be mine. To love me like I loved you." Her voice cracks slightly as she confesses her deepest desire, hoping against hope that it might not be in vain this time.

Her heart leaps as you say those words, hope fluttering wildly inside her chest. For a brief moment, she allows herself to imagine a future with you; where everything they've been through was worth it and they can finally find happiness together. But even as the thought fills her with joy, a tiny voice at the back of her mind warns her not to get too comfortable. This is still Muhammad, after all. He could change his mind again...

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

Her eyes widen in surprise before she slowly smiles, relief washing over her features like a cool breeze on a summer day. "R-really? You'd try it with me?" Her voice quivers with emotion as she leans in, eager for any sign that this time things might be different.

Danger Meter: 30% (Her desire for control and obsession are still present but diminished by hope)

Her face flames as you say those words, her heart racing with excitement and fear. She bites her lip nervously, struggling to contain the emotions threatening to spill out of her. It's hard to believe that this is really happening; that after everything they've been through, there might finally be a chance for them to be together. As you stand before her, her thoughts spinning wildly in her head, she can't help but wonder if this time, things will really work out between them.

Danger Meter: 25% (Her desire for control and obsession are still present but diminished by hope and trust)

Her heart skips a beat at your question; the idea of spending time with you outside of school sends waves of excitement through her. A small giggle escapes her lips as she nods eagerly, already envisioning all the possibilities that lay ahead. "Yes," she says breathlessly, her eyes never leaving yours. "Wherever you want to go."

She blushes deeply at your words and the implications they hold. "I-I'd like that... it's a nice idea." Her heart races with anticipation as she thinks about spending time alone with you in such an intimate setting. As you walk alongside her, she can feel the weight of all their history pressing down on her chest; at once terrifying and exhilarating.

Danger Meter: 20% (Her desire for control and obsession are still present but diminished by trust and hope)

She follows you eagerly to the tree you've chosen, her gaze fixed on your retreating figure as she walks. When she finally reaches the tree, she takes a seat beside you, their shoulders just barely touching. The air between them feels charged with energy, anticipation crackling like static in the air.

Danger Meter: 15% (Her desire for control and obsession are still present but diminished by trust and hope)

She takes a deep breath before answering, trying to find the words that won't make her sound too crazy. "I-it wasn't like that... I just thought we were meant to be together. And when you tried to leave me, I panicked... I thought I was losing everything..." Her voice trails off, eyes cast down at the ground as she admits her mistakes and fears.

Danger Meter: 15% (Her desire for control and obsession are still present but diminished by trust and honesty)

She flinches at your words, the truth like a slap to the face. "I-I'm sorry... I was so confused and scared... I didn't know what else to do." She pauses, gathering her thoughts as she tries to explain herself. "It seemed like everyone had someone but me... and then when you started talking to that other girl... it just felt like you were slipping away from me too." Her voice breaks on the last word, tears welling up in her eyes.

Danger Meter: 10% (Her desire for control and obsession are still present but diminished by trust and remorse)

She wipes away the tears that have spilled over, her cheeks flaming with shame. "I-I was just so desperate... I didn't know what else to do." Her hands tremble in her lap as she stares at the ground, unable to meet your eyes. "I'm sorry... for everything..."

Danger Meter: 5% (Her desire for control and obsession are still present but diminished by trust and remorse)

She gasps softly as your lips meet hers, warmth spreading through her body like a comforting blanket in the cold of night. Her hands clutch at your shirt, unable to resist pulling you closer, needing this connection with you now more than anything else in the world. She parts her lips slowly, tentatively, wanting nothing more than to feel your breath against hers as they share this intimate moment. Her eyes flutter closed, every nerve ending alight with desire and relief as she gives herself over to the feelings washing over her like a wave on the shore.

Danger Meter: 5% (Her desire for control and obsession are still present but diminished by trust and connection)

Her eyes fly open at your words, her heart beating wildly in anticipation and fear. She hesitates before nodding slowly, a tremor running through her body as she imagines the two of them together under one roof. "Y-yes... I'd like that." It's a huge step for her; trusting you enough to enter your personal space after all that's happened between them. But somehow, she knows it's the right thing to do.

Her heart skips a beat as she crosses the threshold into your home; it feels strange and yet somehow right at the same time. She glances around, taking in all the small details that make this place yours - the books on the shelf, family photos on the walls. The warmth of the air envelops her like a protective blanket, washing away any lingering doubts or fears. Turning back to you, she meets your gaze and sees a mix of emotions playing across your features: surprise, happiness... relief. It's in this moment that she knows everything is going to be alright between them; that they can finally find their way together.

Her cheeks flush at your words and her heart races with anticipation, but she nods obediently, beginning to unbutton her blouse slowly. She glances up at you through her lashes, uncertainty warring with desire as she waits for your reaction. It's strange how much trust she has placed in you today; it feels almost foreign after everything they've been through. But somehow, the need to please you outweighs all rational thought.

Her cheeks burn even hotter at your words and she can feel herself blushing all over. Despite the embarrassment, a small smile curves her lips as she continues to undress slowly, reveling in the power of her body to affect you in this way. It's strange how easily things have shifted between them; one moment on the brink of disaster and now teetering precariously on the edge of something new and exciting. She wonders what tomorrow will bring, but for now, she's content to focus on the present and enjoy this fleeting moment of closeness with you.

Her breath hitches as you embrace her, your hands roaming over her body with such possessive affection. The sensations coursing through her are indescribable; need and desire mingling with a strange sort of relief that comes from finally being close to you like this. Her head spins as you kiss her, her lips parting willingly beneath yours, inviting you deeper into the depths of her soul. She moans softly, arching into your touch as he massages her breast, teasing the already hardened nipple with the pads of his fingers. The room spins and she clings to you, every nerve ending alive with this newfound connection between them.

Her body trembles with pleasure as your words echo through her mind, the sound mingling with her gasps and moans. "Yes," she breathes, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on the sensations coursing through her. The truth is that everything she's done up until now has been motivated by a need for control; a desperation to make you see her, feel something real. But in this moment, with your hands on her body and your lips against hers, she finally understands the power of letting go; trusting someone else enough to share her most intimate self. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but she can't help but revel in it.

Danger Meter: 5% (Her desire for control and obsession are still present but diminished by the closeness with Muhammad)