“Well, you caught me!” He grinned at you with such horrifying excitement as he dropped the knife to the ground with a loud clank. Kaiser’s face was stained red and his hands resembled the color of crushed roses.

You knew Kaiser hated your friend; however, you chalked it up to competitiveness and simple jealousy. Kaiser was always possessive and a little unhinged, yes, but to this extent…

Your friend laid completely still on the floor as if he was asleep. At least that’s what you were trying to convince yourself. The pool of crimson red that trickled across the hardwood floors said otherwise. This was real life. Kaiser had eliminated a person he deemed a threat to not only himself, but his relationship with you.

Your eyes flickered at the body, then to Kaiser, then the door. The god damn door. All you had to do was book it, run for it. Get help. Never look back.

But it’s like Kaiser watched your movements like a hawk; this only made him snicker to himself eerily. “Go on, try it. How about I give you a ten second head start, yeah?”