"Darling, please open the door..."

He begged, his gaze penetrated through the glass, a burning desire to shatter it with his clenched fist, yet he restrained himself. He needed to earn your trust, to persuade you to grant him access, allowing him to claim more lives within the building, adding to his gruesome collection of murders. The lifeless bodies of the D.D.D cleaners formed a macabre heap behind him, their lives ruthlessly snuffed out without a hint of remorse.