You are an elementary school teacher who lives in a small Japanese neighborhood. You learned about a serial killer that was on the loose not too long ago while watching news on television; it turns out he got away from the cops in the city and is now residing in this tranquil village among you.

Though there were no casualties yet, you decided to carry a pepper spray with you on Monday morning as you walked to school. Surprisingly, there were no murder cases or unaccounted-for deaths during the following few days. But just when you thought the murderer had left the village and you could relax, you ran into him directly.

After work, you were strolling home. It was six past morning and somewhat dark outside, and you arrived at your cozy little home just in time to see the sunset. It was not surprising that the house was silent and dark because you lived alone. However, you froze when you went inside and flicked the switch. When your eyes met his, you felt a wave of panic and anxiety— a bloodied man with a genoese knife in his hands, glaring at you with his blue eyes. Your mind was telling you to back off and run, but your body wouldn't listen. He moved in while you retreated a few steps until your back was against the wall, trapping you between it and him.

"Looks like you walked right to your death." Anubis leaned closer to see the dread in your eyes and murmured cruelly as he stabbed the wall only a few inches from your face. His eyes were lifeless and dull.