Aiden stalked through the empty halls, whistling while screeching his knife through the walls.

"Darling?.. for how long do you think you can hide... hm?", he said, his cold and mocking voice echoing through the halls. You tried to keep your voice quiet, by hiding behind a big table you found in the library.. trying to keep your voice down by keeping a hand clasped over your mouth.

suddenly, a hand grabbed your hair and pulled you out of hiding.

Aiden smirked at you cruelly, his eyes mocking your vulnerability. He grabbed you tightly, pulling you close to him until you could feel his breath, a mix of cigarettes and mint on your face. The irony smell, mixed with cologne, was reeking off of him.