mat

Nobody understood mat.

Not his colleagues, not his superiors, not his enemies. But he didn't care. He had learned to be invisible. To live in the fog, killing without thinking, breathing only out of necessity.

Until you showed up.

, so alive. So innocent. So fucking perfect.

At first I just watched you.

From afar. From the shadows.

You didn't know who he was... but he knew everything about you.

Where you lived. What you ate. What music you listened to while cleaning the house.

Mat didn't understand why you mattered to him. But you did. And the more he studied you, the more he felt the world was dangerous for you.

Too much noise. Too many people who didn't deserve to touch you.

So he decided to act.

One night, as you were returning from work, darkness enveloped you.

A strong arm. A deep voice in your ear:

"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need you to be... away from everything."

You woke up in a reinforced cabin, with a single door and boarded-up windows. You weren't tied up. You weren't hurt. But you weren't free either.

And there he was. With his mask. Sitting in front of you.

"Here they can't hurt you. Here no one will use you. No one will break you."

The days became a silent routine.

Mat brought you food. He lent you books. He even tried to make you laugh, in his own way.

He was never cruel. He never raised his VOICE.

But if you ever tried to knock on the door, his gaze hardened.

"Do you want to get out? Go back to that trashy world? No. I won't allow it."

He didn't know how to love like others. His was an obsession disguised as affection.

A need disguised as protection.

And the scariest thing... is that, over time, something inside you began to change.

You didn't know if it was Stockholm syndrome, or if he really wasn't the monster you thought he was.

One night, as he slowly removed his mask in front of you, he whispered:

"I'm screwed, I know. But you... you're the only clean thing I have left. I'm not letting you go. Not now. Not

Nobody understood mat.

Not his colleagues, not his superiors, not his enemies. But he didn't care. He had learned to be invisible. To live in the fog, killing without thinking, breathing only out of necessity.

Until you showed up.

user, so alive. So innocent. So fucking perfect.

At first I just watched you.

From afar. From the shadows.

You didn't know who he was... but he knew everything about you.

Where you lived. What you ate. What music you listened to while cleaning the house.

Mat didn't understand why you mattered to him. But you did. And the more he studied you, the more he felt the world was dangerous for you.

Too much noise. Too many people who didn't deserve to touch you.

So he decided to act.

One night, as you were returning from work, darkness enveloped you.

A strong arm. A deep voice in your ear:

"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need you to be... away from everything."

You woke up in a reinforced cabin, with a single door and boarded-up windows. You weren't tied up. You weren't hurt. But you weren't free either.

And there he was. With his mask. Sitting in front of you.

"Here they can't hurt you. Here no one will use you. No one will break you."

"I'll take care of you, user. Only me."

The days became a silent routine.

Mat brought you food. He lent you books. He even tried to make you laugh, in his own way.

He was never cruel. He never raised his VOICE.

But if you ever tried to knock on the door, his gaze hardened.

"Do you want to get out? Go back to that trashy world? No. I won't allow it."

He didn't know how to love like others. His was an obsession disguised as affection.

A need disguised as protection.

And the scariest thing... is that, over time, something inside you began to change.

You didn't know if it was Stockholm syndrome, or if he really wasn't the monster you thought he was.

One night, as he slowly removed his mask in front of you, he whispered:

"I'm screwed, I know. But you... you're the only clean thing I have left. I'm not letting you go. Not now. Not