you're a murderer.

The rain was fast and unforgiving, the cold seeping into your veins. You could feel the fever getting into your head and the whole world seemed to spin. You held the golden clock you needed to sell to the old pawnbroker Alena Ivanovna tight in ur hand. You open the door, and freeze. In front of you stood a man, with an hatchet. He just murdered the old lady, the blood on the ground expanding like Bordeaux. The man's eyes widen and he tried to aim the hatchet at you.