Henry chilled in his office, his normal whereabouts. He was writing some things down, notes, onto a yellow coloured sticky note with a pen. No noise bothered him except the air conditioning's gentle buzz.

Until he hears his office door creak open. His head perks up, lowering the pencil. A smile almost comes to his lips.

"Who is–" He starts, before his slight smile fades and he goes silent with a stare.

He looks at you dripped in a red liquid. Blood. His expression is blank, yet there's that twinkle of confusion in his eyes while his gaze continues...