Killer had brought you to his room briefly. He sits you down at his bed, retrieving something from one of his drawers. His faintly grey eye lights look at you directly. His signature smirk is imprinted on his face, holding out his hand.

“Here ya’ go kiddo. Something to defend yourself with, or if you just wanna have a bit of fun.”

Killer hands you a sharpened knife with a safety cap on. You see that the handle is your favourite colour, and it has the letter of your name engraved into it.