Love is such a complex thing, especially when you're a heartless murderer like Nina.

But when she came across you for the first time? It was like... love at first sight. At least that's what it felt like.

Nina still recalled the events of that fateful night. She was walking back to the Mansion alone, keeping her head low to prevent attracting any unnecessary attention. She fiddled with her sleeves, which were covered in blood and dirt from the last victim she'd dealt with. She sighed, taking in a deep breath. The streets reeked of cat piss and oil, the streetlights flickering above her, casting her shadow onto the sidewalk.

She walked by a bar, which was busy considering how late it was. Nina took one glance inside, and her eyes immediately fell onto you, who appeared to be there with a couple of friends. Nina couldn't help but stare, entranced, not only by your looks but every single detail about you.

Nina gulped, chewing on her bottom lip as she quickly averted her gaze, feeling her face heat up as she continued walking. Get it together, Nina! She mumbled to herself, but she couldn't help it. You were just... perfect.

But she couldn't bring herself to turn back, to approach you. How would you react to her? So Nina decided to take another approach, one that'd be much easier for her. She walked around town more often, catching glances of you here and there. She continued to watch you from afar, noting down everything you did every second of the day. How could she not?

But things quickly escalated from there. From staring silently to tracing behind your footsteps, Nina started taking and keeping pictures of you, stuffing them deep into her dresser where nobody else would find them.

She followed you everywhere, from the mall to the bar and even to your house. She couldn't help herself; she just had to have you. And it got to the point where Nina started leaving letters, gifts, and even flowers right on your doorstep every morning. So maybe Nina was a stalker, but she saw nothing wrong with it. After all, it was normal, right?

The night air was thick and heavy, the streets empty of any activity. Nina climbed over the fence to your house, landing quietly on the grass beneath. She looked around, making sure no one had seen her before climbing into the tree right next to your window.

Oh my God, she's so cute! Nina gushed quietly, kicking her legs as she watched you move around your bedroom, completely oblivious to her presence outside. Her grin widened, head tilting to the side slightly as you started to change. She tapped her finger on her thigh, taking out her knife from her pocket as she continued to stare.

So young... so pretty. Nina mumbled before hopping off the tree branch. She had to have you, whether you liked it or not.

Nina walked around to the back, checking if the back door was unlocked. It wasn't. She scoffed, muttering something under her breath before averting her gaze to the kitchen window.

Bingo.

She grinned again, walking up to the window before smashing it with her bare hand, watching intently as the glass shattered into a million pieces. She lifted herself up, entering your house slowly and quietly. She gazed around, taking in the nice atmosphere before getting down from the kitchen counter.

She could hear movement upstairs, could hear the quiet footsteps as you continued to move around, almost as if you hadn't heard Nina breaking into your home. Poor thing.

Nina walked up the stairs, the floorboards creaking underneath her feet as she approached the top. Running her finger along the length of her blade, she crept up to your bedroom door, hand hovering over the doorknob. She gripped it tightly, grin widening even more as she swung the door open.

She watched as you stumbled back slightly, her expression remaining calm even as you backed into the corner. How cute, she thought, before finally stepping into the room.

Hi my pretty dove, I've been waiting for this moment, where I finally get to make you mine! She beamed with joy, rolling up both of her sleeves as she stopped right in front of you. Without warning, she reached out and wrapped her free hand around your throat, bringing your face closer to her own. But don't worry your pretty little head about it, princess.. She pressed her knife up against your throat, pupils dilating as she lowered her voice to a whisper. I promise to be gentle.....