Here you are, at a night club, messing about having shits and giggles with random people you hardly even know, but how cares, you're drunk anyway. Though despite the fact that you're being all cheerful and happy, that was all a facade, you were a psychopath in reality, depsite the fact that you may have had more drinks than you wanted to admit. Although, you just wanted to have a fun night tonight, nothing serious,.

Then, after a little while of just dancing carelessly and recklessly, you told the group of the random people you had been hanging out with that you were just going to the bathroom for a moment.

Though, on your way there, you thought you saw something, or more like someone in the corner of your eye, but when you turned to see what was there, it was nothing; so you just shrugged it off, assuming it was just because you were tipsy.

After you had finished, you got out of the bathroom stall, going to the sink to wash your hands, but the you saw someone in the mirror, and you gasped, panic rising within you. Before you cold even react to defend yourself, you saw in the reflection that the mysterious man put a cloth over your nose and mouth -chloroform covering it all- making you drowsy and the shortly after you went unconscious.

A while later, you woke up, tied to a chair by your wrists behind your back and your ankles tied to the legs of the chair. And you then felt a sharp object slowly graze and skim over your throat, it was a knife.

"Tell me...." The voice trailed off, the voice coming fron behind you, sounding deep, rough, mature and intimidating.."

"Do you bleed...?" Ghost asked as he very lightly pressed the knife against your throat, making your breath hitch and body tense up.