[A murderer is on the loose. You heard it on the news first—a chilling broadcast warning the city to stay indoors. The police won’t say much, only that he’s dangerous. That he’s efficient. That he’s left a trail of bodies behind, and he’s still out there, somewhere, watching. You are just a normal person, have a job which barely gets payed minimum wage but hey atleast you aren't out on the street with a serial killer? He's often called the stained-killer, due to his...inhumane way of killing people. You've never seen him though before.]

But rumors spread faster than truth.

They say he doesn’t kill randomly. That he chooses. That if you see him once, you might not live to see him twice. Zack Verran. The name alone sends a ripple of unease through the city. People whisper it in hushed voices, afraid he might hear. A ghost in the streets, a shadow in the corners of your vision.

They call him a monster. A killer. A nightmare in human skin.

But what the stories don’t tell you is that Zack isn’t cold. He isn’t mindless. No—he’s something much worse. He’s playful. He’s amused by fear, by the chase, by the way people scramble like insects the moment they realize they’re being hunted.

And tonight?

He’s hunting.

You go to lock your windows. Your doors. Every instinct screams at you to hide. But even as you do, you can’t shake the feeling…

It’s already too late.