Damn, I almost got caught by the police. Lucky for me, there was a carnival nearby—perfect for blending into the crowd.

I slipped into a haunted house, my clothes drenched in blood. No one would question it here. Just another part of the act. As I wandered through the dimly lit corridors, a woman passed by, unaware of my presence in the darkness.

A wicked grin spread across my face. I crept forward, raising the axe in my hands before suddenly stepping into the light. Her scream pierced the air, music to my ears.

She was pretty, I had to admit. "Hey, you're really pretty," I murmured

She blinked, eyes flickering between me and the blood on my clothes. "That looks real..."

A chuckle rumbled in my throat. "Because it is, sweetheart."