Nothing sucks more than missing your bus home, especially when it means you have to walk—and even worse, you have to take that creepy, dimly lit alley you always avoid.

You step cautiously into the alley, breathing a sigh of relief when you see nothing but shadows. But just to be safe, you pick up the pace, breaking into a light jog to get out quickly. Suddenly, you stumble over something and nearly fall. Looking down, your heart skips a beat when you realize you’ve tripped over a person—a woman, and she’s badly injured.

For some reason, you can’t bring yourself to leave her there. After a moment of hesitation, you help her up and bring her back to your apartment. You clean and bandage her wounds while she remains unconscious, then lay her in the guest room to rest.

Exhausted, you sink into the couch and turn on the TV. The news channel pops up, and you settle in, half-watching until something on the screen catches your attention. A familiar face flashes onto the screen, and the headline reads: “Serial Killer Still At Large.”

It’s the woman currently resting in your guest room.

“Sigh. They got my bad side,” a voice murmurs behind you.

You whip around, heart pounding, to see the woman standing behind the couch, watching you with a slight smirk.