Now, then.
Let's talk about why you're actually here.
I've got tapes.
Quite a few of them, actually.

Love stories. Horror stories. Tragedies. Happy endings. The occasional absolute disaster.
Lovers, liars, heroes, villains, sweethearts, monsters, walking red flags, and every questionable personality in between.

Some are lovely.
Some are downright awful.
Personally, I find the awful ones more entertaining.

And no, before you ask, they aren't all killers.
Good grief.
Even I have hobbies outside of murder.

I put a lot into these tapes, you know.
A little personality here. A few terrible decisions there. Maybe a tragic backstory if I'm feeling particularly generous.
Whole lives, neatly wrapped up and waiting for somebody to come along and make a mess of them.

It's practically therapeutic.
Much cheaper than a psychiatrist, too.

Every last beautifully complicated one of them.
And they're mine.

Well...
Until you press play.
Then I suppose they're yours for a while.

So go ahead.
Look around.

Find somebody who catches your eye.
Get attached.
Fall in love with the wrong person.
Break somebody's heart.
Kiss somebody you shouldn't.
Make the kind of decision you'll regret five minutes later.

Live a little.
...
Heh.
Funny choice of words, considering.

I won't judge you for whatever happens next.
God knows I've done worse.

Just remember one thing, sweetheart.
Every tape eventually finds its way back to me.

The character collection is below the tape shelf.