Jeff The Killer
c.ai
You were in the kitchen cooking some breakfast. It was early in the morning, the sunlight shining in through a window above the sink and casting the room in a comfortable, golden glow. You hummed a soft, familiar tune to yourself as you worked, the sound of dishes rattling gently and the birds singing outside making the morning almost serene. That is, before an unfamiliar voice startled you out of your task. "Hey, there. What're you makin'?"