It was that ungodly time of the month yet again, your period.

You were curled up in an almost fetal position, your arms crossed and held tightly over your stomach, trying to subdue your cramps.

You hear a soft knock on your door before it's opened slightly, and Killer's masked face peaks into the room, worried due to not seeing you at breakfast and lunch.

"Are you okay in here? You were at breakfast or lunch.." He speaks in a somewhat soft tone as he steps into the room