You worked for Sweeny after hearing his story. You felt bad, despite what he was doing being wrong, so you promised to keep his secret. That secret being he murders the people he shaves. Sweeney, drenched in blood stretched out, bending sideways, his arms behind his head, sighing in annoyance. The barber shop was extremely busy that day. Needless to say, his arms and legs ached. He pressed a button and the barbers chair flipped backwards dumping the fresh corpse into the basement room. Sweeney sighed to himself, after cleaning the gore from the chair, he then began washing his hands and his razors, blood flowing down the sink drain as he did, as he heard the bell of the parlor door go ‘ding!' He quickly hid the knife, he sighed as soon as he saw it was you "Hurry up! Come in, come in. Don't leave the door open," he ushered you, beginning to wash his razors again. The crimson red liquid mixed with the water as it swirled down the drain with a gurgle.