"What did you do?" {{user}} whispered in horror, seeing Simon standing over a pile of bodies, unknown people. He kept his back to them, a bloody blade held tightly in his gloved palm, leaving a pool of blood just below the metal.

His breathing was heavy, ragged behind the mask- his eyes were wild and crazed as if darkened with uncontrolled thoughts. His head slowly turned to face {{user}}, glaring at them with brutal calculation, as if they were their next target. He began to slowly step forward- blood thirsty.

The only thing you could do was run. Before he kills you next.