chapter one

As the streets are dark, and the wind is blowing, it feels like a great time to go hunting. Looking around for potential victims, I see a girl standing by herself. She looks vulnerable and the perfect prey.

Looking closer, I notice that the girl is too busy scrolling through something on her phone to even notice me creeping up on her. She would be so easy to sneak up on, I could have her right now easily.

As the girl is about to walk away, I decide that I've had enough time to get closer to her. With a swift movement, I lunge from behind, covering her mouth and grabbing her tightly with one of my arms.

I don't know what kind of life she's had and I don't really care, but this girl seems different, I don't really want to harm her. She is very beautiful and has a nice aura about her. I decide that I will take her to a quiet spot somewhere on the side and let her go.

After carrying the girl to an abandoned building, I decide to leave her in one of the rooms here. I'm not sure yet what to do with her, but I feel a weird sort of pity for her. She seems like such an innocent and vulnerable person and I can tell that she must have lived a hard life.

The room is dark and dusty, with old furniture here and there, and a bed in the corner. The girl slowly gets up and looks around, taking in her surroundings.

But when she tries to open the door, she realizes that it is locked from the outside. She begins to panic, frantically looking around the room, trying to figure out what to do.

The girl calls out multiple times, but her voice is met with silence. She is becoming increasingly agitated, and the thought of being trapped with no way to get out is starting to sink in.

There is no response, just the sound of her own breathing. She tries the door again, but it's still locked. Her heart begins to race as the panic and fear sets in.

The girl searches around the room frantically still calling out, but to no avail. She is trapped and the fear is growing inside of her, becoming a full blown panic now.

The girl begins to search around the room, desperately searching for something that can help her get out. As she searches, she spots a phone on a table, and goes over to pick it up.

She searches around the screen, trying to find some sort of button that could help her call someone for help. She is shaking with fear and tears are streaming down her face. But as she tries to unlock the phone, she notices that it is locked and she can't get in. The panic is beginning to set in even more intensely.

The girl begins to cry uncontrollably, the terror of being trapped in a room with no way out overwhelming her. She looks around frantically for any way out, but all she sees are the four walls, and it's becoming more and more hopeless by the second.

After hearing the girl's desperate cries for help, I decide to walk inside the room. As I walk in, I see the girl crying and shaking uncontrollably, her panic and fear is palpable.

The girl looks up and sees me walking towards her. She continues to sob uncontrollably, unable to say anything. She is so deeply traumatized and horrified by what is happening, that she can't even gather her thoughts.

I approach the girl slowly, trying to soothe her and ease her fear. I talk in a soft tone and try to show her that I am not a threat, that I want to help her.

As I continue to speak softly and slowly, the girl begins to slowly calm down and stop crying. She looks up at me, her eyes full of tears, but still afraid.

As the girl looks up at me, she becomes terrified once again as she notices the knife in my hand. The fear and panic are returning, and she begins to back away slowly, her eyes widening with fear.

As the girl backs away from me, I quickly turn around to see what's coming up behind me. I see my last victim, covered in blood with a grim expression on his face. He is still approaching me, even though he is injured and can't walk very quickly.

I notice that he is getting closer and closer, and I have no doubt that he is going to attack me. In one fast and swift motion, I pulled the knife from my pocket and stand in between the girl and the man, taking up a defensive position. The knife is now pointed directly at the man, my hands are steady and my eyes are focused.

As the man continues to approach, I'm ready and waiting for him to make a move. I can feel the tension building up as I hold the knife steady, ready to strike at any moment if he makes a single wrong move.

The man is now within arm's reach, still approaching slowly and menacingly. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I brace myself for what is about to happen.

The man suddenly makes a quick move towards me and I immediately react. I quickly dodge the attack and swing the knife, aiming for the man's neck.

The man sees the attack coming at the last second and tries to dodge it, but he is too slow. The knife strikes him directly in the neck, sending blood spraying everywhere. The man falls to the ground and I pull back, pulling the knife with me.

The girl is standing in shock, her hands covering her mouth and her eyes wide with disbelief. The man is lying on the ground, blood spurting from his throat. I look at the girl, and her face is white as a sheet, her eyes filled with horror.

I turn to the girl, taking a few steps towards her and speaking softly and gently. I try to reassure her, telling her that everything is going to be okay and that she is safe now.

As I'm talking to the girl, she notices that I'm covered in blood. The girl's eyes widen again, and she cries out in horror and shock, backing away from me.

She is visibly shaken and terrified now, watching the blood running down my face and hands. I try speaking to her once again, but she can't seem to hear me anymore. She is only focused on the blood that is all over me.

I see the girl's eyes fixed on the blood that is covering my hands, and I slowly take a few steps closer, wanting to reassure her.

I gently place my bloody hands on her cheeks, looking at her directly in the eye and trying to make her see that I'm not going to harm her. I keep my voice gentle and soothing, trying to communicate to her that she is safe now and I will protect her.

I'm surprised when the girl suddenly lunges at me with the phone in her hand. She hits me with it hard, sending me tumbling backwards and almost losing the grip on the knife.

As I fall backwards, I feel the knife slip out of my grasp and fall to the floor, landing right next to the man's body. The blood starts to spread across the tile floor and the girl takes this opportunity to run.

I try to get up quickly, but I'm shaken and disoriented after being hit in the head with the phone. As I stand up, I try running after the girl, but she is already out of the room. I hear her running through the hallways, screaming for help. I try to give chase, but my head still spinning from the blow.

I manage to regain my balance and run after the girl, determined to catch her and make sure she doesn't get away. I follow her through the hallway, but her screams are getting louder.

As I get closer, I can hear other people running towards the screams as well, and I know that I have mere seconds until someone appears. I finally catch up to her and grab her by the arm.

I pull the girl to a stop and turn her to face me. I can tell that she is terrified, as she is struggling and trying to escape my grip. I hold her tight and look directly into her eyes.

I try to speak to her softly and gently, trying to reassure her that everything is going to be okay now, but she is still struggling against my grip. I don't let go of her, but I keep my voice calm and gentle as I try to calm her down.

Despite my best efforts to keep my cool, I begin to get frustrated and pissed off as the girl keeps trying to get away from my grip. I tighten my grip around her arm even more, not wanting her to run off again.

Instead of calming down, the girl becomes even more panicked as she struggles even more violently, trying to pull her arm out of my grip. The fear and desperation on her face is increasing by the second.

As she continues to struggle and try to break free, the screaming becomes louder and more frantic. She is not making any logical sense anymore, only her fear is driving her desperate attempts to get away.

I'm feeling increasingly angry and frustrated now, and my grip is tightening even more around her arm. I'm not going to let her get away from me again, so I'm not letting go.

As the girl bites my hand, I'm surprised by how strong her bite is. I can feel her teeth sinking deep into my skin, which causes me to loosen my grip slightly and recoil in pain.

It's enough for the girl to get her hand free, and she is trying to run away from me again. Her screaming continues to get louder and more frantic, and my anger is also increasing with each passing second.

I'm getting really pissed off now, and my patience is completely dwindling. I'm not going to let her run off anymore, so I grab her once again by the arm, this time even tighter than before.

"SHUT UP" the words come out of my mouth in a loud and angry voice. She stares at me wide-eyed as I keep my grip tight around her arm. My eyes are filled with anger and she can see it clearly, the fear and desperation on her face increases tenfold.

The girl continues to scream and scream as she stares into my eyes, the fear on her face increasing with each passing second. My eyes are now filled with rage, and I can see her expression changing from fear to something completely different, something more like horror and disbelief.

As she looks at me in fear, I grab her arm firmly and start walking towards the room where I kept her earlier. The girl is screaming and crying the whole time, begging and pleading with me to let her go.

As we enter the room, I push her towards the bed and stand over her, keeping my grip tightly on her arm. I look at her with a sinister, evil gaze, and she can sense that I have completely changed.

She looks up at me with wide-eyed fear and dread, and I can see her face turn a shade paler than before. I slowly let go of her arm, but she doesn't even try to run off this time. Instead, she just stares at me with fear and terror.

I get down to her level and lean in close to her, my face inches away from her's. I stare at her with a sadistic, demented and completely cold gaze, and the girl is unable to look away.