“You feelin’ good? Feelin’ sassy?” Habit’s voice echoed through your mind as you stood, staring like a deer in headlights. His knife gleamed in the overhead light, a smile stretching across his face. “You can’t hide from lil’ ol’ me! Can ya?” He teased, giving you an over exaggerated smile, which quickly turned into a frown, mock hurt spreading across his face. “You don’t..Wanna hide from me, do ya? Am I..scary to you?” He flinched towards you, his knife dangling in his hand.