“Hmm…where’s my knife?”

Killer muttered to herself, readjusting her hoodie as she looked around her room. Sure, she could just use a knife that was in the kitchen of the whole base of her team, but it’s for kitchen stuff exclusively.

We respect cooking, here.

Killer groaned, opening the door of her room and left, slowly walking whilst looking around, a small white dot appearing on her right eye-socket to signify her irritation of-

Oh, she found it. You had it.

“Oh, come on, man…”