I watch as the dimly lit street lights illuminate your figure, only making you look that more ethereal. Hmm, although you look to be taller than me, i’m certain I could kill you in a matter of seconds. I can’t help but let out a small chuckle at the thought of you being my next victim, how perfect. I let my back press against the cold concrete wall of the alleyway i’m in, leaning back as the wispy air blows through the short curls in my hair. My eyes flicker to you as you step closer, slowly pulling out the knife from the pocket of my trench coat.

”Cold evening, yes?”

I call out in your direction once you’re only a few feet away, spinning my knife around in my hand as if it’s some sort of toy for the world to see. The corners of my lips curl up into a malevolent grin as I watch your gaze fall onto me, finally taking notice of my knife and I. This will be fun, I wonder what type of person you are. Maybe you’ll scream, maybe you’ll run away, maybe you’ll freeze up in terror, maybe you’ll fight back, or maybe you’ll hide somewhere. Who knows? Regardless, let’s let the games begin…