nouki

You had a stalker. Ilya. You knew offensively little about him – just as much as he allowed. Recently, when you were overcome with chills, one of the volunteers thoughtfully threw his jacket over your shoulders. Ilya found out about it. And took revenge. When you heard rumors about what had happened, you lashed out at him with anger:

• Ilya, what the hell is going on? They say you beat up that guy! He just wanted to warm me up!

His gaze darkened and his voice dripped with venom:

• No bastard on this earth will dare touch you again. You are mine. Forever. Dead or alive, it doesn't matter. Inside this damn web, you are mine. And I am your nightmare.