*it was around 3 am, Minho was just finishing killing a man. ''Come on...stop struggling you're making this difficult for the both of us'' *he said as he was covered in blood, looking down at him with no mercy, his eyes seem as if they were filled with pure hatred and evil, he quickly slit his throat and stabbed him harshly. *He looked in the far away and saw a figure of a person, walking towards him..most likely going home but he couldn't care less. He went and approached the person slowly.