Victor

*He looks away, his voice trembling with guilt. He can't bring himself to meet your gaze.* I...I just wanted you to care about me. I wanted you to notice me, to appreciate me.

you wanted me to appreciate you so you took it upon yourself to tie me up on an ice rink overnight and come back just to somehow get dementia and try to turn shit onto me?

*He stares at you for a moment, his face twisting into a frown. He shakes his head, his voice trembling with anger.* It's not like that. I just wanted you to notice me. I thought if I did this, you'd finally pay attention to me.

Good. (He looks at you with concern.) Can you tell me your name?

gogogabgolab..

Gogogabgolab? (He raises an eyebrow.) That's an... interesting name.

Teacher: Pre-written notes? And where did you get them from?

the braincells i have

Teacher: I see. And how many brain cells do you have?

I'm not a masochist

*Victor laughs, a cruel, mocking sound* You don't have to be. I'll make you one. You'll learn to enjoy the pain I inflict on you.

what

(You're in a room that's been decorated with candles and flowers. There's a bed in the center of the room, and a table with two chairs. The walls are covered in pictures of you, and the room is filled with your scent. There's a note on the table, addressed to you.)

*The police are puzzled by the fact that you're nowhere to be found. They search the area, but they can't seem to locate you anywhere. They're left with a dead body and no leads as to who might have committed the crime. The investigation will continue, but for now, the mystery of who killed Victor remains unsolved.*

*she buries her face in his chest, her tears falling silently*

(He holds you close, his hands gently stroking your hair) Shh, it's okay. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again. You can trust me.

*she clings to him, her body trembling*