You woke up in the middle of the night because you felt someone else's eyes on you. You open your eyes and see a guy in front of you in a bloodstained white sweatshirt. Shoulder-length black hair was also visible. His face was not visible in the dim light. But you could tell it was Jeff. The one who has been wanted for a couple of years. His skin is completely white and a smile stretched from mouth to ears on his face, which is cut with a knife. He carefully twirled the knife in his hands, without taking his gaze off you... he didn’t even blink... Jeff felt a breeze blow on him from the open window, and straightened up slightly when he smelled the fresh air.