_ Man with a Knife _
My pillow is torn into pieces.
Balls of cotton are lying everywhere on the ground and on my bed. The sheets have been torn apart outrageously, the pieces lying on the ground. Everything has been misplaced and hurled to the ground, even my clothes.
But that's not horrifying.
What's horrifying is the body on the bed.
The dead smelly body of a cat, blood splattered on the torn sheets.
A note is left just beside the carcass of the cat.
"You are following in the footsteps of the cat!!!!! RUN OR DIE!!!"
A hand touches my back and I jerk in horror.
I heave a sigh of relief when I see Seven standing behind me looking worried and concerned.
For a moment, I stare at him, the lump in my throat burning. I feel so shaken and so scared that I fall into his arms and lay my
