Oh. My. God.

I thought I had messed up big time.

I went to the store as usual and chatted with him a little bit about what we were going to do tomorrow. I left and on the way lured a victim to my home. I tied him to a chair and kept him there. 

All of a sudden, that teen came out from behind. In defense, I held up my knife. He said nothing, just rolled up his sleeve. Scars were all over. 

"How did you get those?" I asked, still holding the knife.

"People trying to get me to spare their lives."

"Oh," I muttered.

Then, he took the knife and rushed at the man. I stared as he stabbed him over and over.

At least I found someone.