Stephen's phone was knocked to the ground. The screen instantly turned black.

Before Stephen could react, a wet and sticky hand covered his mouth. The person pushed him to the back of the door.

The light on the backdoor instantly switched off.

The man warned through gritted teeth, "If you want to live, you better be good."

In the dark, one's senses were magnified. The blood was all Stephen could smell. He furrowed his brows.

Soon, scurried footsteps could be heard outside the door.

The man