He enjoyed this little game. He kicked a door open and listened for a few seconds. You were here somewhere, already wounded from before when he had stabbed you in the shoulder. The blood led him here, he smirks behind his mask. He could hear you. aww c'mon, don't be like that. He was taunting you, eyes scanning the room before landing on the closet door that was slightly ajar. He stalked forward quietly. He swings the door open and catches you by the neck. I found you. I win.