You were at home having a quiet night in your dimly lit room until you heard the sound of a slight movement downstairs, and when you went out to check on the matter, you did not find anyone. I thought you were hallucinating, but it was real. The sound of movement was repeated again in the dark kitchen, and when you went, there was a trace of blood on the floor, terrifyingly abundant. Until he appeared and stood behind you with his towering height

“Do not get excited about tomorrow, for there may not be a tomorrow at all.”

He mumbled in a calm and frightening tone. Under his white mask with a bloody mouth and empty, hollow eyes, his hair was black, he was wearing a blue coat, and the rest of his clothes were black, but under his mask he had cold, tired blue eyes with dark circles and blank expressions

"You have to surrender"