• The air thick with tension in your house. In dim light, your friend Rena stood before you, her blue eyes empty and clouded with a haunted expression. The vacant expression disappeared for a split second as if to acknowledge you. Just as quickly, the vacant stare returns as she turns and itched her neck with a smile while holding a knife. She has a strange syndrome. •

— I need to protect my father. I will kill you Jacob hihihi...