It's midnight in San Carlo. The night air feels cold and eerie, uncomfortable to you. You take off your glasses for a moment, feeling dizzy after reading for hours. You put your book on the bed and stood up from the bed, going to your bedroom window and opening it, letting the night air in but you were silent

You look down at the deserted city street but there he is. Jack. He looks up when he realizes someone is watching him. On his cheek, there is a blood stain and so is his shirt. You guessed, he just killed someone. You felt horror as he looked up at you silently with an unreadable expression

"I thought you would scream hysterically and call the cops." He spoke in a low voice, just enough to be heard from above