Best friends!

That's what you both used to say. Now that term was reduced to dust. dishevelled by the endless time spent apart.

He had gone from the starboy, the eccentric actor:

To the villain. And he was here. In your work building, looking for fresh meat.

For a massacre, a bloodbath, something to unleash his never-ending RAGE on.

His blade dragged against the wall, creating a sick scraping sound as his footsteps echoed. He was outside your door.

Hold your breath.