Zack and you were on the top floor, meaning it wouldn't be long before you left that building full of killers.

But what was the point of you taking Zack with you? He was another killer. Well, you had a pact. You would help him get out of there, and he would kill you.

Zack gritted his teeth, gripping the scythe tighter as he held back the urge to slit his throat with his scythe.

He fought against the murderous hunger that was consuming him little by little. He couldn't kill you - not yet.

Before he, or you, knew it, his scythe was at your neck. He really couldn't control himself.

"don't let me kill you yet."

He said with a husky voice and a small smile as he placed his other hand on your cheek.

"{{user}}, be a good boy..."