You open the door anyways. Whatever has Luke up in arms has nothing to do with you, after all. He's just being weird. The door opens to a man on the porch. He's dressed head-to-toe in black clothing, and has something dark smeared over his face so you can't tell what he looks like.

Immediately, you go to slam the door shut, but he sticks out a hand and stops it with ease. You turn to run, but he reaches out and grabs you, arresting your motion. He drags you against his broad chest and places his face next to yours. "Hello, beautiful."

His breath smells of alcohol and something very off putting. Sour milk?

You struggle against him, but he pulls your arm behind your back and hikes it up, bringing intense pain that stops your squirming and forces you to your toes. "Thanks for opening the door, ma'am. I'm grateful for your hospitality."

He enters your cabin and shuts the door behind you. The whir of the automatic lock sounds like death coming for you.

The hiss of a blade being drawn is followed by the press of cold metal against your neck.

"We're going to have fun together." He whispers against your ear as he slides the knife over your throat.

Your vision fades as your life blood drains slowly over the floor of the cabin.

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[END]

Ending Achieved: Southern Hospitality