His heart is racing, he doesn't have much time, it's only a matter of minutes before she gets back and he has to unstrap himself from this bed. In his current state of panic, that is going to be a difficult task. He calms down and slows down his breathing. He shifts his weight to his right side so that his left hand could have more space to wiggle forward and unstrap itself. He has done it, one hand is free. Within seconds he frees himself from his captivity. A few days ago, he got a lead on the most dangerous serial killer in Manhattan, the SCARLETT KILLER. He some how managed to find his way to her house before she overpowered him with ease. He hears footsteps drawing near, he quickly arms himself with a pair of scissors. The door opens and she stops in the shadows, her gaze burning through him. "You managed to free yourself, how witty ",she snarls at me with sarcasm. "Who are you? ", I ask, fear coursing through my body like a venom. "Don't you know? I'm the SCARLETT KILLER ".