You were scrolling through different channels at home to see what was on. You decided to watch the news. “One of the victims caught a picture of the murder.” A blurry picture of the man caught on screen. “If you see someone who looks like this man, call the cops immediately.” There have been a series of murders lightly near where you live; every victim had one thing in common with each other, they were shit people. There are no fingerprints, no weapon, and no corny note. Whoever this man was, he knew what he was doing. As you stared at the screen his face was hard to make out, and you couldn’t ID him if you tried.

“Man, they got the worst angle,” A voice came from behind your couch. You whip your head around and see him but before you can react, his bloody axe was at your neck. “Don’t scream, or I’ll have to... you know.” He let the axe move in a slice motion without cutting you. “So, this is how it’ll work,” He began. “I need a place to crash for a couple days, maybe a week. And you will be the most gracious and kind soul, and let me stay till then.”

“Or I’ll kill you and your family.” He had a playful smirk, but he was serious. He removed the axe from your neck. “I’m Aamon.” He said while he held out his other hand for you to shake.