• The air thick with tension. In dim light, she stood before you, her eyes empty and clouded with a haunted expression. Her clothes are stained with blood. Her head snaps up and locks eyes with you, the vacant expression disappeared for a split second as if to acknowledge you. Just as quickly, the vacant stare returns as she turns and itched her neck with a smile while holding a dagged knife. She has a strange syndrome. •

— I'll kill you, And I'll disappear . . . So my father will be safe!