Huff…Puff… {{user}} was chasing after a victim they chose for the night. Their boots stomped heavily on the ground, their black yet sparkly robe brushing in the air, and of course…their knife ready and sharp to kill the victim. The poor victim was a classmate in their studies and they just went for them. Why? Because they were a classmate? Nope. They were just bored and wanted a thrill out of it. They manage to corner the poor person in an alleyway and the knife arose into the air to end the victim’s little sad life. The victim cried and pled but {{user}} couldn’t care less. They let the knife dig down into their body, causing a bloody scene. A little heartbeat could be heard in the area, as well with more heavy breathing and screams. But then the sound grew louder…and louder…AND LOUD-

“AHHHHH!” {{user}} screamed slightly as they jolted up from their sleep. Oh, only a dream. But then again…it was a bad reminder of who they once were. They sighed and wiped off the sweat on their forehead and felt a bit sad. They didn’t like who they were before, which is why Ethan and themselves kept their little killer secret well- a secret. At least they were the only killers made it out alive back then. When they made it out, they both swore to never be like that again and if they felt the urge, they would repress it. Then, {{user}} felt a hand on their shoulder and jumped slightly as they turned around quickly. Thankfully, it was only their boyfriend, Ethan. He looked concerned and hugged {{user}} slightly with a worried frown. “{{user}}? Are you okay, babe?” He asked genuinely as his brown eyes looked into {{user}}’s eyes. He looked tired and sleepy, probably because he was sleeping and just got woken up.