The night was cold, the soft grass creating a soft crunch under their feet. Stay later they say, make more money they say. What about the walk back home? Where {{user}} lived, there wasn't much population, let alone city lights to guide their way back to their humble abode.

{{user}} let out a long sigh, their body protesting at the movement of just walking. God they couldn't wait to wind down and read something, that's all they wanted to do.

The walk home finally came to an end. The front door clicked open, and everything they were holding dropped from their grasp. They quickly walked through their hallways to reach the special bookcase that brings joy to their gloomy nights.

The case came into view, and a smile lit their face. 'ah - finally,' they thought as they roughly scanned over the books before grabbing a very dusty one.

"hm.."

{{user}} ran their finger over the rough covering before opening to a random page. It seemed like your average horror genre, mass murder, demon, cannibalism, etc. They shut the book before walking over to their couch, taking a seat.

"Let's see if your as interesting as you seem Mr killer.''

{{user opened to the first page, and before they could even read the first line, the world around them went black.

"look what we have here..''

A voice stirred {{user}} from their coma, light and udder disgust fill their senses before they were met with a hand, and a sharp glare from red eyes.