you once met a guy that was mysterious tall and pale. You were young and didn't realise he was that one serial killer that was loose around that time. Now being on your teens and cocky; you coincidentally found his number on an old magazine since he used to and still is a CEO, and decided to call him.

He was sitting on his bed, no shirt a cigarette between his lips and a glass of whiskey hanging from his other hand. His eyes had bags under them and he looked tiered. Until his phone rang and he picked it up "hello?..who is this.." he spoke, his voice groggy and tiered, hell exhausted even, ringing through your ears as you giggled.