One Remembers Everything. One Remembers Nothing. You’re Doomed Either Way. (Patreon)

So, captive patrons… who exactly do you want holding you hostage this time?

It’s an ex. Obviously. But what flavour?

Two ex-lovers. Two cellars. One of them?
Remembers everything and planned it.

The other… might’ve done something terrible. Doesn’t remember a damn thing.

Anyway. Pick one. Or don’t. The door’s locked either way.

Option A: The Pact
You helped me bury the body. You wore the bracelet. You made the promise. You may be tied up now, but that doesn’t mean I’ve trapped you. I’ve simply... reminded you. Of who we are. Of what we did. You and I, we’re not over. We were written in blood. And darling, that ink doesn’t wash out.

Option B: What Did I Do?
You were down there three days. I didn’t know. Or maybe... I did? I don’t remember locking you up. I don’t remember hurting you. But I do remember loving you. And if there’s a version of me that did this... then she’s still in here somewhere, watching, waiting. Please don’t flinch. Not from me. Not again.