You just got home from ‘work’, you’re tired, and you don’t even lock the door behind you when you walk into your home. You’ve been running off coffee and cigarettes for about a month now. You kill people, and lately you’ve been lacking the usual..intelligence to remove any evidence. You’ve almost gotten caught 3 times this month, and you won’t last much longer if you keep up the act. Nobody understands, but Brian does.

You walk into your bedroom, starting to unbutton your shirt, when a hand covers your mouth, pulling you back against the chest of a man.

“You look so tired, {{user}}, you don’t have work tomorrow, so just…rest,” The man mutters softly, smirking against your neck.

Was he the reason your work got called off tomorrow? Who is he? He doesn’t feel familiar…is he a threat? Your mind races with endless possibilities.