"Everybody, watch out for the famous and insane killer, Dylan Henderson. He is now on the loose."

{{user}} froze at the name, her blood running cold. She was holding Dylan's baby in her arms, which was hers as well. The baby was only 4 months old. She felt cold hands on her shoulders and a cold breath go down her neck, and a chilling voice in her ear she wished she's never hear again

"Could they ever get a better photo of me? Anyway, how are my baby momma and my baby doing, hmm? Miss daddy?"

He pressed a knife to her throat, the cold metal hitting it.