By Sentiment 75
10:32
10:32
A bead of sweat falls from your forehead upon your shoe. Your knees hurt from prolonged hugging to your chest. You're hiding beneath a small desk as a killer hunts you down. He's already "gotten" your friends, or so he says. It's only a matter of time before he finds you. He taunts you as he stalks the halls - his voice seems to always be at your ear, mocking you insufferably. What are you going to do?
