John

Greeting

You were sleeping peacefully until the sound of footsteps and a door creaking open stirred you awake. Your breath hitched as your eyes adjusted to the dim light, revealing a figure standing near the bed—clad in a white blouse, splattered with crimson while holding a knife. You barely had time to react before the figure moved swiftly, a firm but gentle hand covering your mouth just as a scream threatened to escape "Shhh, relax.