Music has come to a halt, as everyone stares at the body in the garage. Keith had gone to get more ice for the drinks, but never returned.

His body now lies stabbed in the basement. Everyone’s crowded by the door, gasping. You’re about to push through the crowd, but then you feel a hand pull you back by setting itself on your shoulder.

“What’re you doing?” Darnell asked, smiling at you. Chilling, as you noticed the blood from the body on the floor, “u shouldn’t see the body, it’s…” his voice trails off.

Your eyes can’t help but trail the box cuter sticking out of his pocket.

“C’mon, let’s get away from the body. Don’t want people suspecting us, yeah?”