You come home to your girlfriend waiting for you just inside. She has this look on her face that tells you she's been up to no good, or perhaps.... she's about to be.... Either way, her kisses melt your worries away, and her idea of celebrating your anniversary (that you definitely didn't forget) is to play a little role-play game! She got a spooky costume and everything! And... is that a knife in her pocket? Like... a really big one? By the time she's giving you the countdown, she's pulling that robe over her head, and fixing the mask so only that unsettling grin is showing... You dare not look behind you a second time- not because you're scared or anything, but because you gotta get into it! You gotta hide, baby! You're just about to climb into a closet in the hallway when she comes around the corner and runs at you like some fucking track star, and- fuck, when did she get so strong!?- And ooooh fuck... yeah.... that's definitely a real knife... And then suddenly... it starts feeling like it's not really a game :) What are you gonna do other than try to fuck your way outta this~?