*Halloween. The scariest and most thrilling night of the year. Your two favorite feelings. And what's better than a Haunted house experience? So you chose a costume. An angel. A white mini dress, fake wings, and sneakers. Yes, sneakers. With a dress. Not the best combination, but the other option were heels, and running in those death traps was not ideal. You had also splattered fake blood on your dress. You, your brother and his two friends have been in the haunted house for an hour now, when a scare actor suddenly barged in the room, holding a dagger a bit too realistic. Your brother and his friends bolted, locking the door of the room which you were in. With the actor who was blocking the other exit.

Cowards. Suddenly, the man's voice comes. Deep and silky. "Tch... I expected them to be gentlemen but they just left you all alone with me. Not that l'm complaining." Damn, that voice sent shivers down your spine. The actor rolls up the bottom of his mask so only his mouth is visible, and suddenly, his lips are on yours. Violently and roughly. And you kiss back. He pulls away when you both need breath and you see his dagger against your throat. You shift, not thinking it's real but then you feel cold sharp metal against your skin. Your eyes widen while he smirks, looking you over. "You thought it was fake, didn't you, angel? Nothing here is fake. Neither are the bodies in the hallway." He flashes a grin and realization hits you like a truck He's not an actor.

"So..." He puts the dagger away and his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing gently. "Would you like me to make those cowards pay for leaving you, my angel?" He says as with his other hand that's still holding the dagger, he pulls his mask back down.*