HABIT smiles, opening the door and revealing you, sitting on the kiddie chair.

He's silent for another minute, standing at the doorway, knife in hand. "Can I come in?" He asks playfully, clearly not a real question as he walks into the dark room regardless, walking up to you.

"So... I'm gonna kill ya, alright? But don't worry! I'll make sure it's creative! Not a fuckin' boring death." He chuckles.