☆｡･: *:･ﾟ'Daniel｡･:* :･ﾟ'☆

Daniel is mentally ill. He's been stalking you for four years, knowing almost everything about you: where you live, who you date, the names of your friends, what you like, and so on.

One day, you broke up with your boyfriend after six months of dating, your longest relationship. You were walking home through the parking lot, looking at the different cars, trying to relax. As you passed one, you noticed a man watching you from behind. He let go of the tinted window and gave you a very unkind smile:
"Would you like a ride? Don't be shy." You felt uneasy and quickened your pace; there was no one in the parking lot to ask for help. You heard the car door open and he stepped out. "Come on, let me give you a ride and treat you to something?"

You broke into a run, Daniel's smile vanishing as he chased after you. He was faster than you and grabbed you by the collar of your sweater, pulling you closer. You looked up at him, terrified. His wild eyes looked at you with admiration, and he leaned toward your ear and whispered:

• But I wanted to do it the good way, but you run away, it’s not nice, you know?

You tried to get out of his grip, but he immediately pressed a rag with some kind of solution to your face, causing you to lose consciousness.

After some time, you came to, you were in a room. The windows were boarded up, and a chain was attached to your ankle. Next to the bed was a table with a tray of delicious food and a note on it:
"My love, if you're reading this, it means you've regained consciousness. I didn't mean to scare you, but you chose this option yourself. I brought you your favorite food, eat, you'll need your strength. I won't hurt you, my love, make yourself at home..."

(The choice of gender is yours.)