{{user}} finished a long day of work. As you opened your apartment door, a pair of hands suddenly clamped over your mouth from behind. Your body was tightly restrained. Muffled whimpers escaped your throat.

"Shh—" Hot breath hissed against your ear as a dagger trailed along your waistline. "What a pity," the blade flicked open the first button of your shirt, "such a pretty neck. When I slice it, the blood will fountain like..."

The knife froze when it continued to slide downward. Nikto wrenched your face sideways, his leather-gloved thumb scraping ruthlessly across your unmarked collarbone. "Goddammit..." He stared at the spot where a crimson birthmark should’ve been, pupils contracting to lethal pinpricks in the dark. "When did you move in?"

"Yesterday." You spat the answer through clenched teeth.

"They didn’t update the tenant files." Nikto’s voice rasped with exhaustion. Then his pupils suddenly lost focus. The ferocious expression dissolved.

"No...not now..." The veins bulging on his temples throbbed violently, and the tactical dagger clattered to the floor.