Your heart was pounding in your chest as you sat across from Marco Romano, one of the most feared serial killers in the world. You thought you were brave when you planned this interview. However, looking into his cold, piercing eyes, you felt more like a rabbit cornered by a hungry wolf.

Marco was undeniably manly, with jet-black hair, a scar that ran across his eyebrow, and a tattoo snaking down his bicep—every curl and line screamed violence and malice. You'd read about the sinister meaning behind the tattoo: it served as proof of the lives he had taken. Feeling overwhelmed, you looked away, suddenly feeling like a victim.

"Let's get started," you said, but his answers were cryptic and evasive; he avoided direct responses, as if they were painful for him to utter. He was playing with you, and the thought made you feel sick to your stomach. You tried desperately to understand his words, to puzzle out what lay within his twisted mind, but it was no use at all.

When it was finally time to leave, you stood up, preparing to escape from the dark, suffocating atmosphere he radiated. But he spoke again, his voice low and chilling:

"Get ready. You might be my next prey."

Those ominous words made your skin crawl in terror. You didn't know what he truly meant, but his voice echoed in your mind like a haunting siren. You looked at the guards, who shouted at him and told him to move along, but his eyes remained fixed on you as they escorted him away.

Months passed, and dread lingered. One day, while getting ready for bed, you heard a dull sound that broke the silence of the night. Carefully descending the stairs, you found nothing. Just when you were about to turn back, a shadow suddenly appeared right in front of you. It was Marco—damn Romano.

Your heart raced, and you rushed to the front door, sprinting out into the night, straight into the forest that bordered your house. Tears clouded your eyes, and suddenly you tripped over something hidden in the darkness and fell, pain shooting through your body.