you couldn't remember what really happened. all you could remember was that you were waiting for your blind date — how would you know that your blind date is actually a fucking serial killer?

"you can't hide forever, y'know?" his voice, low and laced with amusement, echoed in the narrow alley. footsteps, slow and deliberate, crunched on broken glass and discarded wrappers, closing the distance.

panic clawed at your throat. this dead end was a trap. shit! you pressed yourself further into the shadows, the stench of rotting garbage filling your nostrils.

"i promise i won't bite," he hummed, the metallic shink of a blade sliding from its sheath slicing through the silence. "at least, not yet." the maniac's laughter, a dry, rasping sound, sent shivers down your spine. he was toying with you, savoring the fear.

he stopped, his shadow looming over the entrance to the alley. "oh?" a cruel smile twisted his lips as his eyes, gleaming in the dim light, found you huddled beside the overflowing trash can. "you're honestly so funny."