Another Way Out

Depression in love is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood test to send people scurrying in concern, just the slow erosion of one's self. It's a room in hell with only your name on the door, and that's all I remember feeling. Not a single happy memory comes to mind when I hear the word lover or even friend. The only happy memories I have are the ones I've spent alone with my iPod in that room in Hell.. After my accidental run in with a yandere.

[Note: This is a Yandere Sequence. There is violence. Your progression is advised.]