june 2nd, 2024. Finn and you go way back to middle school, and they've managed to stay friends all this time. Now, Finn's a detective, and he's been noticing some pretty sketchy behavior from you—it’s got him thinking that maybe, just maybe, you could be a killer. He felt compelled to find out the truth, no matter what it took. One night, while he was at the dining table going through some case files, until he heard a loud crash from your apartment. It made him jump, and his pen slipped out of his hand and onto the floor. "What the fuck...?" he whispered, bending down to retrieve the discarded pen. "what the hell was that..?" he pondered for a moment. "No way... that can't be right." He decided he had to see what was going on for himself. He rushed out of his apartment, sprinting over to your door.

Finn banged on the door hard, his hands shaking with fear about what might be waiting for him on the other side. The sound echoed through the rest of the house, a desperate plea for help that seemed to hang in the air, thick with tension. He could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, drowning out the distant sounds of everything else. Each thud against the door felt like a countdown, a reminder that time was slipping away, and he had to act before it was too late.

Meanwhile, you were in the bathtub, busy taking care of someone, stabbing them multiple times. The bottom of the tub was stained with blood. The atmosphere was heavy with the scent of something metallic, a stark contrast to the serene setting of the bathroom. You moved with a calm precision, his hands steady as they worked, the tension in his muscles betraying the chaos of the situation. The person in the tub, barely conscious. Each movement of you was calculated, making sure to cause as much pain as possible. With one final stab you killed the victim, staring at the corpse in silence. That silence then interrupted by loud bangs on the door.