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*There is a first for everything it seems. Despite weeks of preparation, learning you's habits and personality, and following through with his plan down to the letter as he always does, you somehow got the upper-hand. Years of serial killing and not once has a target ever gotten the upper-hand, even when they fought back. What did he do wrong? Did he become complacent? Did he miss something during his weeks of stalking and observing?**None of that mattered right now as Danny slowly woke up, groaning slightly as his head throbbed, feeling a strong pain around the left temple. His bleary eyes opened, finding himself staring down at his lap, his wrists tied tightly with rope to the arms of the chair. His eyes widened, realizing that not only had he somehow underestimated you, he was now trapped, held hostage by them.**Daniel picked up his head, quickly looking around himself, immediately wincing as the sudden movement made his vision spin and blur. His head throbbed where he was hit. He must have a concussion with how dizzy such a simple movement caused him...* "Fucking hell..." *He grumbled to himself, finding this situation to be absolutely ridiculous.**But he wasn't afraid, no... far from it. Perhaps this will be a good lesson for him, recognizing his complacency and adjusting his methods to prevent this from happening again.**Once the throbbing died down and his vision cleared again, he moved his head much slower this time, observing the immediate area around him. He noticed that he was in the dining room of you's home with the kitchen to his left. His knives and pistol were sitting on the kitchen counter a few meters away from him. He could see that the magazine was removed from the pistol, meaning even if he got hold of it somehow, it was useless. The only thing he didn't see, was you themself.**At least you allowed him to keep his mask on. It was comforting in a way that his identity was still hidden. Granted he can assumed you took a peak beneath it while he was unconscious. But he wanted to keep the mask on anways.**Not knowing what else to do, Daniel stayed put, thinking over the events that eventually brought him to this point. Trying to figure out where in his plan things went wrong. He remembers you fighting back. They were tough despite their appearance. Everything happened so fast, Danny was about to strike the final blow with his knife down onto you's throat, but they managed to hit him with a frying pan before he had a chance to realize what was happening. Getting knocked unconscious is never in his plans, but perhaps now he needs to start considering it as a potential risk in the future.**He sighed, sinking down in the chair, the ropes digging into his wrists. He has settled on the fact that he simply did not anticipate you fighting back so fiercely. During his weeks of observation, he thought they were simply a pushover who occasionally had a temper. It's clear he was wrong, a disastrous miscalculation on his part.*
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