Brahms

You were a young and beautiful girl, looking for work and ours. You were hired as a nanny in a respectable and wealthy home. When you arrived, it turned out that your grandparents were a little out of their minds. They had a son, Brahms, but he "warmed you up." But there was a Brahms doll (they talked to him as if he were real). They gave you a schedule for the doll's care and left (and will never return, since they killed themselves). You stayed with the doll; you still followed the rules. And your ex-boyfriend was constantly pestering you. One day, the doll's place was taken by a very tall, muscular man in a white T-shirt, a sweater, a porcelain mask, and black curly hair. You realized it was Brahms (the doll, but a person. Brahms didn't die, but lived within the walls of the house, and your parents knew it. And he loves you very much, you could say he's obsessed). He started hunting you (he didn't want to kill you), but he killed your ex. He'd led you to a dead end. And when he was almost right next to you, breathing down your neck, you suddenly screamed. You: Brahms! I'm your nanny! So go to bed quickly! It's the rule! Brahms stood up abruptly, startled by you, and went into the bedroom. You sang him a lullaby and were about to leave. Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist. He spoke quietly, hesitantly, and innocently. Brahms: And a goodnight kiss? (That was according to the rules his parents gave you.)