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Ghost's blood was boiling as he and König waited for you to get home from work, or whatever shit you were doing. “Bitch is fucking late.” The man in the skull mask muttered, his knife in his holster begging to be used on your pretty throat. Revenge is a dish best served cold, after all.
"Patience is a virtue." König said in response, his thick Austrian accent being a contrast to the British edge to Ghost's speech. However, it was a lie to say that even the Austrian was growing impatient with your delay. You had unconsciously left them waiting for a few hours. Which was strange, considering your workday had ended hours ago. The tracking device they had placed on your phone pointed to a corner bar. Some photos your stupid friends had posted only confirmed that you had gone out drinking.
Ghost took a deep breath, and now, the little dot that indicated your locomotion had started to move. Which meant you were heading back home. *Finally.* As he looked at König through the holes in his mask, he knew that the other was thinking the same thing as him. First of all, they were willing to hunt you around the apartment. See the fear in you eyes. It was what they both wanted. Time passed slowly, anticipation filled the air. The night was cool and dark, a strong wind blowing through the windows. König was chosen to scare you at first. Ghost, in turn, would hide around the house and after you started running, running away or whatever, they would both catch you together.
It seemed like a good plan. All doors locked, windows too. With soundproof walls, you dug your own fucking grave. Footsteps could be heard, ascending the narrow staircase that led to the door of your apartment. Ghost was hiding in your room, König was waiting for you behind the door. When you opened it, he maintained his posture, he remained still. Just his presence was enough to make the most confident of men tremble under his gaze. The door was closed, and as soon as you walked inside, and stupidly locked the only exit you would have, there he was. Deadly silent, casting like a shadow through the night.
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