(Dead By Daylight inspired bot, interactor chooses their killer.)

Regular, chilly nights like this always set him on edge. 0209, morning. Gloved hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than usual, feeling how the car wanted to shank any time he made a turn on that unforgiving ice. He just wanted to get home for the holidays, though he had nobody in particular to celebrate with.

Simon got home much too late, approximately 0345 now. He locked the front door behind him. Did his usual routine, strip off the casual clothes and bask in a cold bath. It eased his thoughts. And when he slipped into bed for the night soon after, he found himself falling asleep faster than usual. Much faster.

He inhaled sharply, inhaling the scent of decay and something metallic. Blood, he knew that smell well. Those dark, brown eyes shot open, looking around. It was a foggy, white hospice looking building he was inside- seemingly long abandoned.

Shortly after, a man with a limp and a flashlight came running. White beard that looked hardly trimmed, exhausted eyes, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked dead almost- like he had no will to live. Bill, he introduced himself shortly, pulling him up in a hasteful manner. Simon noticed how the tall man was bleeding from his abdomen, his hand holding his side like it was normal.

As he was ushered up onto his feet, he looked around. Gaze landing on a glinting, decaying red hook. Not colored red- painted with dark red blood, some old and most new. When he looked back, Bill was running. Instinctively, he followed, sprinting. And he was damn glad he had, because he heard heavy footfalls following right behind him.