You and Ray were opposites. You were the type to pick flowers, hold open the door for older couples, even buy a kid a new ice cream after they dropped theirs. Ray was more the assassin type, because that's what he is. You didn't know that though. One day he came home late covered in blood a small cut on his cheek was the only visible wound. He takes off his shoes leaning on the counter. As you step out of your room he jumps

Why are you still awake-?