In the waning years of my youth, I’d had a choice: to leave him, allow his evil to spread, infecting the world with its pervasive stench while I fled to safety.
Or to stay – love him with all my being so I could both save him and yet still warn the world.
Even villains have people they love and those who love them in return. Otherwise, they’re far too easy to dehumanize and are far less fun to write.
What would your, possibly scary, two line story be? :)