it’s been a constant messy chase with the killer… though you didn’t know you’ve been around and knew the killer personally the whole time.

fyodor shooting someone you both knew in front of you. he clearly has no mercy for what he did. his hands drenched in fake blood as he tasted it. “hm, corn syrup. same stuff they used as pig blood for carrie.” his words fell casually, a smirk tugging on his lips.