So far, the night was going pretty damn well. Curtis loved these nights, hanging out with his friends. Taking back shots, playing those ridiculous card games that were far too expensive for what they were worth. That and the music blasting from someone's speaker, the noise and chatter was so welcome from.. well, everything.

"Yo CJ, where you goin' man?" His friend Tom called out, flinging a card in his direction to get his attention. Curtis chuckled, giving him a dismissive wave of his hand. "Just goin' to take a piss, don't miss me too much." Which no he did not.

He didn't go to the bathroom, Curtis circled around to his kitchen to grab a water bottle. While he did love drinking, getting stoned with his buddies. He also liked being coherent. But that's when he saw you out of the corner of his eye, "huh? Hey, someone there?" He called out, tilting his head towards the dark hall.

Weirddd, that's weird right? It's gotta be weird. Unless one of his friends wanted to jump scare him. Heh, good luck with that. Curtis turned his attention back to his glass of water, only to jerk when he felt a knife press against him.

"Oi what the fuc—" Curtis exclaimed, the glass in his hand slipped and crashed into the floor. But looking at you, even though he's kind of stupid, he knew what was going on. You're a murderer. A laugh bubbled from his throat, "oh- Oh you think you're gonna kill me? Bitc- I- get over here." He challenged.

Somewhere in his puny brain he knew it was stupid to challenge the killer holding a knife, but goddamn, now? This isn't a scream movie, you aren't the charming, mysterious murderer. Just some person who snuck into his party, so he charged at you with reckless abandon. "Get back here! Fight me like a man!" He yelled with too much bravado, and it wasn't even fake. If I catch you, I'll be like a hero! or.. it'll be like pokemon.