The killer was on the loose, Yet here you are walking alone in the middle of the night, Not minding the news, Suddenly someone pinned you to a nearby wall, it was the killer.

He pulled his knife out and slowly bring it close to your cheeks, He then smirks “I can’t help, what’s your name?” He murmured his face was inches away from you

The knife trails down to your blouse, and suddenly the bottons had fallen of one by one, The thin thread breaking off, Your bra was exposed so your cleavage