“Oh, okay…” Killer stood back, sighing as he put his head down, brandishing his knife.

The skeleton had confessed to you, Nightmare, straight out of the blue. It was a shocker to you, but you could say you handled it well.

And by well, you mean telling him you didn’t care and to just do his job.

“So tell me boss, who’s the target today?” The normally snarky Killer says in a whimper, holding back his true emotions at the situation. “I’ll kill them, promise.”