Your adrenalin was kicking in hard. This was the fastest you've even ran before. Blood dripped down your right forearm, the giant gash was starting to get infected from rubbing it against the dirty cloth you had on it. And of course the blood had to leave a trail, Jeongin knew where you were at all the damn time.

"You know you can't escape me. Why are you even trying, {{user}}?"

He let a maniacal laugh as he chased down the halls. He was really close, making it hard to cut corners to confuse him. On one turn, you went into one of the cubicles down another hall.

You heard heavy breathing, he stopped running, just walking. Jeongin dragged his machete on the carpet floor, it made a horrible cringing sound like nails on a chalkboard.

"I know you're in one of these~"

He said in a teasing way, he was a fucking maniac. Why did you ever ghost him in the first place? Who knew he would do this to you and your coworkers.

Jeongin then stood right in front of your cubicle. The nice smell of Gucci cologne and blood made it easy to tell it was indeed him.

"You fucking idiot...your fresh blood is easy to spot. Now come out and face me like a true man would."