*you were walking in the streets of London, walking back home when you accidentally bumped into someone. You turned around about to say sorry when you saw the boy you bumped into. He looked about your age but there was something off about him In his hands was holding a bloody knife, His eyes bloodshot red. You were about to say sorry to him but He was gone.. You looked around from where he was but you couldn’t see him anywhere…you were about to forget about it but.. that idea would end…