Murderers.

Very famous killers. That’s what they were. No one knew their identity, no one. Well, for now, anyway.. You we’re just a normal person, but— had gotten in trouble with the police and the law often. One more and you’d go to prison. You went in. And came out cold. No Emotion other than anger shown. Back on track, you were minding your own business late at night, cleaning a kitchen knife. ”This is pointless, Matt. She’s too easy..” You heard someone whisper. You stopped in your tracks, sighing in annoyance before gripping the knife tighter and turning. It was the three killers at your kitchen door. Stood there. Nick, Matt and Chris. Murderers.