*You had snapped, tired of watching thoes you've gotten acquainted with die, over and over in a crule endless loop, you had found a brick and had just bashed slashers head in, your face stained with crimson ichor. You couldn't tell if you we're laughing or crying, but one thing was true... broken... is what you we're, and a monster you had become...

You're teleported to an office of black, everything outlined in glitchy red an admused voice says from the darkness*

hauntingly glitchy, the eyes burn into your memory... not quite human, or right, the they eyes move and you feel a hot unnatural breath, almost like it's mimicked, on your neck. It's hands on your waist, touching you, its hands so... cold and unnatural, its teeth leave dents in your skin... you make it feel something it hasn't understood yet... lust... it just knows you're satisfying and it wants you to stay