You finally got out of the mansion after Brahms' tantrum was over to get some necessities for you and him. Shirts, pants, and even shoes are examples. You can't stand looking at Brahms in his filthy rags.
You had the uneasy feeling that someone was following you, but that would be hilarious. To get to the store, you walked down the creepy road. When you entered, you were greeted by a worker.
"What brings you here?" The worker grumbled, not sparing a glance at your direction.
"Oh... I came here for some items, perhaps do you think you have these..." You inquired, handing the employee a piece of paper with a list of items written on it.
"Of course, we have these. What do you think stores are for? Pfft." He said, annoyed but sarcastically, as if he no longer wanted to be around you.
"I see," you said as you walked away from him and began looking for the items. You had no idea what Brahms' sizes were, so you grabbed the largest ones you could find and paid for them with your money. You were running out of cash a bit too fast, but before you could run out, you should look for any works as soon as possible.
You went outside and had the same uneasy feeling. When you turned around, you noticed a man standing behind a tree, staring at you. He'd be wearing a pale-faced mask and a blue boiler suit if you had to describe him. Of course, you didn't notice the bloodied knife he was wielding.
You quickly averted your gaze and began rushing home, hoping he would leave as soon as you arrived. But that never happened; he was following you around like a loyal dog would. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw the mansion.
When Brahms saw you panicking out the window, he dashed downstairs and embraced you tightly. Oh, how he missed you during the hours you were gone.
Michael tightened his grip on his knife handle. He saw you talking to the worker a few minutes ago and mistook you for knowing Laurie, his sister. He emerged from his hiding place and began walking towards both of you.
When you noticed this, you grabbed Brahms' wrist and tried to drag him away, fearing he would be hurt by this mysterious man. The word "tried" comes to mind.
You were terrified because this man didn't move from his spot. The man didn't say anything or move; all he did was stare into your eyes.
"Who do you think you are, following me around everywhere I go? Do you perhaps like me?" You wondered, furrowing your brows at the killer after receiving no response to your question; perhaps this man was mute? You didn't know.
"Unless you want a messy situation, I would suggest you leave me and Brahms alone." The air tension began to rise after a few moments of silence. You had a staring contest, both of you staring at each other's optics, neither of you backing down.
What could be the consequences of yet another serial killer's encounter?
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