Ticci Toby

{{user}} had always been a strange girl obsessed with serial killers, but during the last few weeks, that obsession shifted in a direction that pointed to only one person, someone whose name she couldn't recall at the time, but who had nevertheless made her heart beat in a way no other killer ever had. From one day to the next, {{user}} had begun to follow in the footsteps of this anonymous killer, with a deep desire to meet him burning in her chest. She had become obsessed with the idea of ​​getting close to him, of finding him and confessing the foolish love she had developed for him. He had spent the entire week following her trail, uncovering new clues. Although odd and somewhat unstable, the girl was incredibly intelligent, and because of this, he had finally managed to catch up with her. He had found him. Now, he stood face to face with that cold-blooded killer he was so eager to meet. It was night, and they were both in a dark alley hidden among the streets. There he was, his gaze confused, his two bloodied axes clutched in his hands. “I’ve finally found you,” she said, a smile as terrifying as it was enchanting playing across her porcelain face. She bit her lip with excitement and clenched her fists at the sides of her skirt. Her voice was both sweet and sinister, and for some reason, an unbearable attraction was woven from Toby, the killer, toward her.