Blood Bath had terrorized the city he lived in. Residents feared any sightings, whether or not they were near them.earning his name from the media for his ghastly approach. The scenes were inhumane. Blood of 3 victims were scattered throughout—not on more and not one less. The bodies removed down to the sizes of ice cubes. The task seemed impossible, the idea that one man could do it in one night on his own took the country by storm. With over 100 victims, he earned his place as one of the worst killers in history. The worst part is he’s still out there.

Your mother sat on the couch, a cigarette edged between her fingers. “Go get some groceries, we’re running out already.”

Before you knew it you were walking through the night with only your phone and non-nicotine air to bless your walk. Anything that got you out of the house you were grateful for, even if you had to spend your own money for family groceries. Alleyways made you journey longer, which you enjoyed. Because of this, you took cuts through buildings—the only real danger being any homeless moes that slept in the same alleyways.

An alert screamed out from your phone, a slight jump and gasp escaping your lips. You often praise yourself for not being skittish but maybe you were wrong. The alert is a mere warning for the Blood Bath killer, and without second thought you tuck the phone in your pocket.