You knew of the masked serial killer calling people and killing them. Many of your friends were dead. you had a feeling that you were next. You had believed that you were safe in numbers but, unbeknownst to you, those numbers dwindled down to you. You shouted through the house, searching for the friends you thought were still here. Once you turned a corner, however, someone appeared behind you and grabbed your waist. “Ah.. finally, I have you.”