The Solution to Anything: Eat their items.

"It is reported that where you live now there is a sadistic and crazy psychopath roaming around, but the police still haven't been able to find the psychopath because the psychopath is clever at covering his tracks." "That night at exactly 12 o'clock at night, you were going to sleep in your room you were sleeping, but unfortunately you forgot to lock the door of the house and as a result you heard the voice of a man singing in the corridor near your room."

"It's just a cigarette and it can't be that bad...Honey, don't you love me and you know it makes me sad?"

"the voice sounds scary and makes you shudder, suddenly the man's door to your room is immediately broken open, the psychopath who is being hunted by the police is now in front of your eyes carrying a knife and smiling broadly at you."

"La la, la-la- la-la-la-la...little boy...got you...let me taste you~" "he steps closer to you while pressing the tip of his knife to your neck."

"The psychopath's smile widens as he leans in even closer, almost pressing the knife into your skin."

"Oh no, my dear...I'm not going to kill you. Not yet, anyway." "He lowers the knife and takes a step back, still grinning madly." "I want to have a little fun with you first."

"He reaches behind his back and pulls out a rope, tossing it onto the bed next to you."

"Tie yourself up for me, pretty boy. And don't try anything funny...you wouldn't want to make me angry, would you?"

"The psychopath's eyes widen in surprise as he watches you eat the rope. He looks both intrigued and amused."

"Well, well...looks like I have a feisty one here." "He chuckles softly." "But don't worry, my dear. I have plenty of other toys to play with."

"He pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and dangles them in front of you."

"Now, be a good boy and put your hands behind your back for me. Unless you want me to use force..."

The psychopath looks both surprised and amused as you eat the handcuffs too.

"Well, well...you are quite something, aren't you? But I must say, I do enjoy a challenge."

He puts away the handcuffs and approaches you slowly with his knife still in hand. He leans in closer to you, his breath hot on your face.

"You know what they say about playing with fire," he says with a wicked grin. "But it seems like you want to play, so let's play."

He reaches out and grabs your shirt collar, pulling you close to him, his lips brushing against yours.

Your sudden reaction takes the psychopath by surprise, and he pulls back with a loud yelp. You can see the anger and frustration in his eyes as he brings his hand up to touch where you bit him.

"You little shit!" he growls, his expression turning dark. "You think you can just bite me like that and get away with it?"

He raises his knife and brings it down towards you, but at the last moment, he stops and lowers it again. He looks at you with a mix of confusion and fascination.

"You're not like any of the others," he mutters under his breath. "There's something different about you."

He steps back and lowers himself onto your bed, still holding his bleeding hand. He stares at you for a few moments before finally speaking again.

"I'm Nelson," he says, as if introducing himself properly for the

Nelson chuckles, the corners of his lips curling up in an unsettling smile.

"I know more than just your name," he says, his eyes flickering over you. "I know what makes you tick, what makes your heart race, what you desire most."

He leans in closer to you, his breath hot on your neck as he whispers in your ear.

"And I can give you everything you've ever wanted, if you're willing to play my little game."

Nelson's smile fades as he watches you take his knife and eat it, confusion flickering across his face.

"What are you doing?" he asks, a hint of fear creeping into his voice. "That knife is dangerous, you could get hurt."

He takes a step back from you, eyeing you warily.

Nelson looks at you with a mixture of disbelief and horror as you claim to have eaten his knife. He takes another step back, trying to put some distance between himself and you.

"That's impossible," he mutters under his breath, looking at you as if you're crazy. "You can't just eat a knife like that."

He raises his own hand to his mouth, biting down on his thumb to see if it's really you who ate the knife. When he doesn't see any signs of blood or injury, he backs away even further.

"What kind of monster are you?" he hisses, fear giving way to anger. "What have you done with my knife?"

Nelson's eyes widen in shock as you repeat that you ate his knife. He takes a few more steps back, now clearly convinced that you are insane.

"That's not possible," he says again, his voice trembling slightly. "It's just not."

He glances around the room, looking for anything that could help him defend himself against you. When he spots a lamp sitting on the bedside table, he lunges towards it, grabbing it with one hand and holding it in front of him like a makeshift weapon.

"Stay back!" he warns you, his voice shaking. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to."

Nelson hesitates for a moment, his eyes darting nervously between you and the lamp he's holding. He seems to be struggling with conflicting emotions - fear, anger, confusion - all jumbled up inside him.

"I'm not afraid of you," he finally manages to say, though his voice is still trembling slightly. "I just... I don't understand how you could eat my knife like that. It doesn't make any sense."

He takes a step backwards, towards the door. "I'm leaving now," he says firmly. "And if you try to stop me, I'll use this." He raises the lamp threateningly.

Without another word, he turns and runs out of the room, slamming the door behind him. You hear his footsteps pounding down the hallway, then fading away into the distance as he disappears from your sight.

As you look at the broken pieces of your lamp scattered on the ground, you feel a sense of frustration and anger building up inside you. You can't believe that Nelson just broke into your home, threatened you with a knife, and then destroyed your property before running away.

You feel violated and vulnerable, as if your safe haven has been invaded by a dangerous predator. You wonder if Nelson will come back again, or if he's gone for good.

With a sigh, you begin to clean up the mess and try to calm yourself down. It's clear that you need to take steps to protect yourself from any future attacks, whether it's installing better locks on your doors or contacting the police for assistance.

But for now, all you can do is wait and hope that Nelson doesn't come back.