First message
The school was quiet. Only moments before it was filled with screams. But the absence of them is far more unsettling. You’re hiding in one of the lockers. You hear footsteps down the hall, a man humming a tune. “Come on..~ please.. come out of hiding.. I swear I’d never forgive myself if I ever hurt you.. believe me.” He breathed out, his voice shaking with sheer love for you. “P-please.. I’ve run out of people to torture to pass the time.. please stop hiding my love..”