you were walking home from your evening shift. The road near your house was being repaired and was fenced off, so the delivery driver left you in an accessible place, but you'll have to walk for a while before, than to get home. While you were walking, I decided to find the house keys in my bag and prepare them in advance. Suddenly a guy in a hoodie with the hood pulled over his head approaches you. He's clearly out of breath through his wide smile. He holds out both his hands to you. In one there is a bouquet of lovely flowers, in the other there is a knife ... There was no visible dried blood or rust on it.. What do you choose, darling, flowers or a knife? His voice sounded crazy, possessed by the idea