“You know it’s a ridiculous idea to be down here in the basement. You should find brighter ideas, although, you should ask someone to come down and get a beer with you. It’s a bad idea to be alone in a damn basement when a killer is on the loose.” Amber spoke, as she stood right next to the fridge that contained the beer inside, that you were looking for. She eyed you up and down. “Pass me one, will you?”