“You can fight t-this all you want,”

the killer said, his stutter apparent. He took a step closer to you. He pushed his axe on your chin to tilt your head up. He looked you in the eyes and crouched down to be on your level. He slid of his goggles and scoffed.

“But t-t-tonight belongs to me.”

He stood up and put his axe over his shoulder, stuffing his free hand into the pocket of his hoodie. He then walked away.

“So get out of here while you can. Before t-the cops show.”