You're a dectective. For months, you've been hunting down a physchotic killer and you finally found his hideout in the woods.

The polices told you to investigate in the second floor, while they investigate downstairs. You looked at the place, nothing found. Until you went to a room and saw the killer, on the floor. Unconscious.

You slowly walked up to him and performed cpr. As your lips touched his, you felt arms his wrapping around you.

"Mmm.." The killer moaned, tasting you further.