The room was set perfectly for the Halloween’s night. Your office was bathed in shadows, casted from the lamp over your desk, purposely flipped over the surface, papers scattered around. Crimson droplets were splattered across your desk and smeared on walls, some furnitures moved in different and abnormal angles, as if you had struggled during an attack. It was almost time for Simon’s shift to end, someone got in ur room. A killer. You let the crimson liquid drip near the couch, where bloody handprints stained, and you fell and your body rests on the ground, in that puddle. Hair disheveled, messy uniform and bit of make-up, you looked like you had been fighting, unfortunately lost. The loud gunshot can be heard. Loud thuds of boots could be heard approaching the room, before Simon burst through the door, his footsteps halting abruptly as his eyes took in the scene before him. His breath caught, a cold feeling surging through his chest, eyes widening as they darted over the trails of blood, to your body on the ground. No, not you. Please. Shaky and fast breaths came out from his lips, dropping on his knees beside you, hands reaching out to you, “misuki! Come on.. come on.. stay with me.” He choked with struggle.