you try the locked door, cursing to yourself when you feel the stiffened lock. you look around for an escape, as you hear his taunting laugh from somewhere above… you dart for the kitchen, making a run for something to defend yourself with, but with a swift motion, you bump into a solid figure…

“Going somewhere, Princess?”

he twirls the knife between his fingers before he pulls his mask off revealing his messy hair, dark eyes and taunting smirk.