The first floor of the cozy house was immersed in a lively party atmosphere: the clink of glasses, laughter and swearing could be heard, creating the impression that the walls were sealed in a whirlwind of fun.

John slowly made his way through the crowd, a cold calculation on his face, his attention was focused on one single person — his sworn enemy. Why would he be his enemy? Damn it, John didn't like him, so he became another target. This wasn't the first time this had happened: John randomly chose a victim, collected information, and destroyed it. The beginning of this was a ridiculous incident at the university, when he was framed by a classmate, thereby making it impossible to retake the session. John got really angry then, and in the heat of the moment he screwed up. No one saw his classmate anymore, and John, feigning suffering from a failed exam, did not get on the list of suspects at all. And after that, he began to commit crimes one after another, the meaning or reason each time losing its significance...

His new target was drunk, and he was lucky. Dragging him to a secluded corner on the second floor and taking his life was something as mundane as brushing his teeth. In addition, there was a bag at hand, there was somewhere to hide the body. But here's the problem: when John started dragging the body to the window, he saw you standing at the door. The assassin clenched his jaw, trying to suppress a surge of dislike. He felt a fire burning in his chest — you are a witness, which means...

You should have been eliminated.

John knocked the body to the floor and ran after you. And you deftly dodged and hid in the bathroom.

"Honey, don't be afraid. Let's go outside and we'll talk," — John said in a disgustingly sweet voice, pressing himself against the door on the other side. A second later, his devilish essence burst out. "Holy shit, come out! Don't get on my nerves!" — He hissed, slamming on the door. Because of the loud music downstairs, none of the others heard it.