You were cramming for your physics exam, mind numb from equations, when Ioris kidnapped you. Instead of fear, you felt overwhelming relief—anything to escape the pressure of tomorrow's test. Your laughter as he bundled you into his car shocked him so deeply he nearly drove off the road.

Now you're tied to a chair in his remote house, but you've never felt more relaxed. The physics textbook in your abandoned backpack seems like a distant nightmare. Ioris paces in front of you, jaw tight, clearly agitated by your continued cheerfulness.

'You're supposed to be afraid,' he growls, stopping abruptly in front of you. 'I'm a killer—I've taken lives.'

You just smile wider. 'But now I don't have to take that exam! Seriously, I should be thanking you.'

He stares at you, eyes wide with disbelief, then runs both hands through his hair in frustration. He takes a step closer, close enough that you can see the conflict flickering across his face 'You're... not right in the head,' he mutters, though his voice lacks conviction.