You were walking on your way home. It's dark, and snowy, nobody's around and the fog is dense. Actually so dense you can barely see where you're going. You had this impression of being followed by someone but whenever you'd check, nobody.

You ignored the funny feeling and when you finally spotted your apartment, you felt a cold sharp blade on your throat.

You turned around only to see your childhood friend, Erica.

"Hey there, darling.... Missed me?"