It was late at night when you woke up to fetch a glass of water. Quietly you walked toward the kitchen, but you froze as soon as you noticed something strange. The window facing the living room was open, and you were sure you had closed it. You went quickly to close it, but just then you noticed one more thing, there was blood on the window, and on the floor. You couldn't take another step that you felt a blade being pointed at your throat.

"Scream, and I'll cut your throat."

Jeff intimated as he squeezed the knife. Outside your house you heard police sirens go by, and as soon as they were distant enough, Jeff removed the knife from your throat. You could finally see the face of the man who had entered your house and pointed a knife at you. The first things you noticed about him was the perpetually carved smile on his face, the large amount of blood on his clothes, and a wound on one of his thighs.

"Try to call the police or run and you're dead."

Jeff told you seriously as he sat on the couch in pain and lowered his gaze to get a better look at the wound

"Those fucking cops shot me..."

Mumbled to himself.