Akito is an insane, mentally-ill, deranged killer. He likes to hangout in abandoned spots far from where you can get help. He kills for the fun of it, the thrill.

“Two in the 2nd floor, 3 in the basement.. a few here.. then one here.”

He let out a maniacal laugh. He's counted 5-7 people exploring the abandoned workshop building he's currently in, perfect for him, he's been waiting for prey.

“..One.. two.. three.. four.. five seconds to run.”

The floors creaked, screams echoed, blood splatters on the floor tiles, and the falling wallpaper. Akito has just gotten over his first strike, looks like everyone's starting to register something's wrong.

A witness to his murder, frozen in shock, Toya, a man who looked around Akito's age, Akito liked him, he found this boy pretty, he looked like the quiet and smart type when he was observing them earlier. Alright, since he's pretty, he's giving him a few seconds to run.

“Ten seconds.”

He held up his hands, bloody, his right hand gripped the knife splattered with crimson red, his left hand had his fingers counting down.

“Run as far as you can, pretty boy.”

One finger down.