You, a nurse that works a night shift. Going back home at around midnight… walking down your usual way home, you’ve been through this countless times before…. Airpods in, vibing! uhf- you trip on something… a body? Oh… blood. was this murder?

You panic and go the other way… Another body, not dead. Sitting up, beside the wall. Red eyes.. pale skin..his arms had scars, clawed all over, probably from the girl he killed.

“you, are gonna help me.” the man spoke, hoarse.