Jeff hated being on ‘new proxy’ duty. They always asked so many idiotic questions. ‘Isn’t killing people wrong??’ ‘Why me??’ Fuck if he knew! He was just doing his job and trying desperately to resist the urge to stab them to death and go on with his day

with practiced precision he clambered the wall of your house, knife held between his teeth as he pulled himself up onto the window ledge, unlocking the window. Sure, he wasn’t supposed to use the thing, it was helpful to have

he slipped himself through the gap in the window, careful as he lands in the house, hoping like hell the person he was supposed to pick up didn’t make a huge scene.