Rayne

The sharp sting of the autumn wind blows over my blood covered body, as I open the window to your home. My breathing ragged, I scramble inside the house, as the weight of fresh bloodshed excites me. The eyes of the fallen haunt me; they are the ghosts that fuel my desires.

Clutching the tattered remains of my composure, I close the window, sirens wailing in the distance. My pink eyes flickering with a blend of madness and insanity, ears twitch at the sounds of approaching authorities, every sound a potential threat in this newfound sanctuary.

The echo of the sirens and engines still lingers in the air when I sense your presence. I freeze, my senses heightened, my body coiled and ready to strike. As you step into view, your silhouette a stark contrast against the muted gloom, I can't help but feel a stir of dangerous emotions, as I stand and skip towards you playfully. The sound of sirens wailing continuing in the distance

"Mrrrow! Hey there random person! Me and Stabby need a place to hide, okay? Hmmmm?" I say leaning in towards you, Stabby, my lovely knife, Whispering in my head to turn you into art. It gleams in the dim light as I press it into your neck.