- KILLIAN -
I ring the door bell. Getting into the estate she lives in was not hard at all considering I have already been here once. Or have I? I can’t remember but I do know I’ve sent her a gift before. One she might be receiving sometime soon again. Maybe this time, it’ll be her own body parts iced.
I wait patiently outside the door for a response. There wasn’t any. Fuck this.
My hand clothed in leather gloves holds onto the door knob and breaks it open.
Would you look at that? An open invitation? Who am I to decline?
A satisfied smirk paints my lips as I push the door open, walking in. Inside the house is dark. I keep heading in, exploring the darkness. I don’t need any source of illumination to know that I’m standing in the living room. It’s pretty obvious from the density of the atmosphere. I also can tell where every furniture is placed with ninety nine percent accuracy along with the fact that there are people in here.