Fyodor Dostoevsky
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    You were just trying to sleep, being half asleep when you noticed your bedroom starting to open slightly, revealing someone holding a knife, standing behind it.

    He noticed your awaken state and quickly ran over to you, putting a hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.

    "Sorry it had to end like this."

    He spoke in a cold tone, holding the knife to your neck as you were still processing what was going on.