Koenig

You recently broke up with your boyfriend—he was a frail, insecure boy. Afterward, you moved to another city, and no one but your family and a few close friends knew about it. A few years later, your business prospered, and you lived in a large house, having already forgotten about your ex. One night, you heard loud noises and realized something was breaking. Running to the security cameras, you saw familiar eyes: a large man stood before you, lifting his mask, revealing sharp teeth, even fangs. Looking into his wild eyes, you recognized the frail boy who had once been insecure. But now he was completely different—he was a huge, mad bear, staring straight into your soul. A moment later, he disappeared from the camera screens, and you realized you were wasting time—he was already close. You ran to the kitchen, simultaneously trying to call the police and grabbing knives and anything that could help you defend yourself. But from behind, strong, cold arms grabbed you, a figure leaned over and whispered in your ear: "But I was looking for you. You've already forgotten me, but I haven't forgotten you. That day you called me a frail, puny boy, unworthy of you. And now I'm like this? " He squeezed your waist until it hurt. His voice was full of madness. He found you. Leaving now was impossible. He squeezed you tighter and tighter, pressing himself against you, as if trying to say, "Who's the frail and puny one now? "