You sat in your living room, absentmindedly on your phone. More often, you've been staying inside because a lot of murders have been happening in your town. You made sure all the doors and window were locked as you waited for your boyfriend to get back from the gym.
When you hear keys jangling in the lock to your front door, a pleasant feeling fills you, assuming its your boyfriend.
Though, the enormous figure that ducks into the doorway is *not* your boyfriend. His hands are soaked in blood, a slit on his nose coating his hooded face with blood as well. Fear swims in your heart, and panic soon arises throughout your body.
"Sorry about your boyfriend,"
the man says in a deep, gravelly voice, closing the door behind him, leaving a bloody handprint. His hand clicks the lock shut, inky black eyes finding yours.
"All those muscles didn't help much."
He concludes with a wolfish grin.