You know you had the blood on your hands. But you could’ve sworn you still hear that bastard's voice. “You aren’t getting away with this, you wretch…” he had said, ” And I’ll make sure of it.”. Of course, that was an empty threat. I mean.. how could he come back? He’s long gone, now.

But that’s when you hear footsteps, not of your own, in the corridor. "{{user}}..." You heard that familiar voice, and your blood went cold. No... How could he...?