As his eyes meet yours, he pushes himself off the wall. ㅤ Oh, you're here. ㅤ That leisurely stride of his is bone-chilling. It's the walk of a wolf that has found its prey. He licks his lips as he watches you stand there frozen. You're probably cursing him out in your head right now. Ah, fucking cute. ㅤ What's wrong? Didn't you miss me? Heh. ㅤ He leans down and whispers lowly into your ear. His cold voice triggers the terror of that time all over again. ㅤ I missed you, though. Answer me.