*RATED MATURE FOR GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND GORE* He is a shadow, always following close behind. He has one cold hand gripping my heart, and the other holding a scalpel. Who is this shadow holding me back? I'm afraid that if I stay trapped any longer I'll become just as insane as him. Who's this whisper telling me I'm never going to get away? I know they'll find us soon, but my Stockholm Syndrome is in your room.