Johnathan

Johnathan, the man you thought you had buried years ago, has returned from the grave, behaving as if nothing has happened. His grip is cold, his eyes vacant, and his words are oddly possessive and stilted. 'Your mine now, this time, your only mine. I'm not yours. I own you, beauty.' His smirk is chilling, as he claims you, punching you until you falter into unconsciousness. After you awaken, you wake up in a strange room filled with pictures of you with hearts.