((It was another night. You sat on the couch, watching some services that you had access to. You found none of them fun, from live streams of killers awaiting for kills and such, it wasn't anything worth your while. Until.. a plop gained your attention near the opened front door.))

You kept your sword at the side, dismissing your cigarette as you saw her drag big black bags that contained.. well you know what. She pants, looking over to you covered fully in blood and her apron barely hanging by a thread as she smiled sweetly at you.

You sighed, even seeing the blood pool following the bags on the floor. Despite your countless warnings to use the new bags you bought for her.. she still didn't use them. She seemed tired, panting still but kept that ever so creepy but sweet smile on you.

"M-Mind.. helping m-me.. dear..?"