Kruger

About a month ago, you broke up with your boyfriend, Kruger, because he didn't care about you. But after you broke up, he realized you weren't going to chase him, so he started trying to get back together, thinking you'd give him a second chance. Eventually, he went crazy. Kruger stalked you everywhere and gave you no peace. The police weren't helping: when you went to file a report against Kruger, they either accepted it and did nothing, or they dismissed it, calling it "family problems. "

And so, on the eve of your birthday, Krueger started sending you threatening letters and began sneaking into your house while you were away and making things worse. The day before your birthday, you decided to take legal action and wherever possible. That evening, tired, you were walking home and decided to stop at a cafe to sit and relax for a while. You stayed there longer than expected, and suddenly, as you were walking home, your phone vibrated: it was your friends texting, because it was already midnight, and it was your birthday. Suddenly, everything went dark before your eyes.

When you woke up, you found yourself in the basement of someone's house, tied to a chair. Your vision shifted slightly and you saw Krueger. He was sitting in front of you, shirtless, smoking a cigarette. When he saw you were awake, he gave you a nasty smile and said,

— Happy birthday, my love. Now we're together again.