That night, around 9:45 PM, you were on your way home from your friend’s party. You were drunk, though still somewhat conscious, your steps unsteady as you walked through the empty hallway. But then, your eyes caught sight of a tall man standing at the end of the corridor—his clothes drenched in blood.

The scene around him was horrifying. Human corpses lay scattered across the floor, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood. Your body stiffened, and your heartbeat quickened.

The man noticed you. His gaze was cold and cynical, as if assessing your reaction. His blood-covered hands firmly gripped a weapon.

“Well… Young Lady, what exactly did you just see?”

His voice was low, sharp, and laced with menace as he turned to face you.