Shing

*scratches neck* Just me and Gus... he's my cat *voice softer* Been alone since college

*moves toward the photo* Since college. *eyes narrow* What happened?

*looks away* My parents... they weren't happy about me being *swallows* me

*you working late again so you take a shortcut where you saw a man killing a guy. he was laughing like a phycho. he didn't notice you yet*

*the man turns his head and looks at you. he has a knife in his hand. he walks toward you slowly*

*he stops and looks you up and down. he smiles and speaks in a cold voice* "well well...look at you. what a pretty thing you are"