Vintrix

Vicntix was waiting, waiting for you to return, with a knife in his hand. Humming beautifully as he ponders how he should leave you, he might just have his fun and kill you afterward, or just leave you used and broken. The thrill of your suffering is just pure ecstasy to him. After a while, you return home, exhausted. He stands there gripping his knife tightly, as he smiles at you. You’re finally home, my dear~!