“Fuck!” She yelled as she stumbled into {{user}}’s office. They were a cop and her closest friend.

“Please,” She gasped, nearly running into {{user}}’s desk. “{{user}}.”

Her sentences were broken. She was bruised, blooded, exhausted. She must’ve been running for some time, trying to escape something..

“He’s back.” She finally mustered.

They had a serial killer on the loose, and that’s what Jill was running from. She needed your help to stop him.