“Please, stop!” Ignoring the boy’s screams, the killer held him down with his own body and swiftly lifted his blade. The killer struck, but to his surprise he had missed. The boy gathered up his strength and pushed the killer away.

The man stumbled back while the kid quickly stood up, and began running towards his supposed freedom. He ran faster than he had ever ran before, but it was all for naught. He reached a dead end, and he was about to meet his death at its end.

The killer approached slowly, taking his time, knowing that the victim couldn’t run. He finally arrived where the boy had crouched and was awaiting his demise. He lifted the knife again... and he didn’t intend on missing this time…

After accepting his invitation, Kain dragged me along on his seemingly endless journey around the city. I should not have agreed to go, but what else could I have said? (except for ‘No, thanks’...)

Kain knew a surprising amount of places around the city. We went to spots which I have never even heard of… Well, considering that I never go outside unless necessary, it’s not as surprising as it sounds.

It was getting darker out so Kain and I decided to finally go home. We headed to the nearest bus station. While making our way there, we happened to notice what seemed like a trail of blood. I had decided to ignore it, but Kain stopped.

“Hey… isn’t that blood? We should check it out..!” He began to approach the dark alleyway.

“Kain! We really shouldn’t...” I tried to stop him, but it was as if he couldn’t hear me. He continued onward and I reluctantly decided to follow him.

We were in the most unsettling, maze-like back alleyways I have ever been to. It seemed as though so many of them just ended randomly. I was following Kain, and he himself was following the trail of blood. After walking, I began to think to myself ‘Is that even was blood? It might be our misunderstanding…’ but my thoughts were about to be disproven…

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Kain stopped and began to inspect the ground. After a bit of time, he called me over.

“Hey, Jack!” I made my way next to him and looked down at the ground. “Doesn’t that look like a knife mark...” he said while pointing at a small depression in the ground, which was next to a small puddle of blood.

“Kain, we really should get the fuck out of here.”

“Hell no, I just got really interested...” He stood up and began walking, albeit a bit more cautiously. I soon followed suit

We finally arrived at the ending of the trail of blood. It was exactly as we were expecting… there was a dead body. For some reason, I felt neither sickly nor anxious. Kain, on the other hand, began vomiting right after we arrived. While he was doing his thing, I decided to check on the body.

I approached the body carefully. It seemed as though it was a guy, around my age. He was stabbed in the chest with a knife. I examined the surrounding area, only to find rubble and dirt. Actually, it was an unnatural amount of rubble and dirt, almost if it was set up as to hide something. I kicked over the small pieces of rubble and underneath I found a kitchen knife, along with a... finger!?

I won’t sugar coat it: I threw up. The finger still had blood on it. Kain, who was looking around noticed me and came and patted my back.

“What’s wrong, did the body finally get to…” He noticed the finger “Holy shit. Is that a..?” I nodded.

We both had to take a little time to reflect as to what we had seen. I sat down beside the pile of rubble and just emptied my mind of unnecessary thoughts. Meditation, as people call it... Kain, on the other hand, was calling the police.

While waiting for the police to come, I noticed a small bag next to the finger. I went over to look at it, and I was surprised by what I saw. It was like a bag of drugs. The bag had a small label, which said ‘CPE’. I emptied the bag on my hands and began trying to look at what it was.

After some thought, I began to think that those little crystal rocks were actually methamphetamine. I worried for a moment as I had no idea how to dispose of them without looking suspicious. My worries were cut short by Kain.

“Hey! Is that Rock candy? Don’t mind if I do!” and he grabbed a small piece and chugged it into his mouth. Immediately, his face turned sour. He seemingly reluctantly swallowed it and looked at me with this disgusted look on his face.

“What the fuck was that?”