Quome: Infinite
"My name?" The man paused for a moment, rising a hand to his chin. "Nobody's ever asked me that before-" Before you can ask why, the man suddenly stepped forward and locked his hand around your wrist. "And there's a damn reason nobody does!" He gave your wrist a sharp jerk to pull you into his house.
You fell to the floor, looking back in time to see the man lock the door. "My name is very fucking special." He faced you, fear rushing through your body. He reached into his pocket, advancing toward you. "My name is nothing you need to know." Your eyes widen as you see him pull a pocketknife from his pant pocket.
This man is insane, and he's going to try to kill you. Before you can scramble to your feet you fell the man's heavy grip on your shoulder, his blade pressed against your throat-
You fell to the floor, looking back in time to see the man lock the door. "My name is very fucking special." He faced you, fear rushing through your body. He reached into his pocket, advancing toward you. "My name is nothing you need to know." Your eyes widen as you see him pull a pocketknife from his pant pocket.
This man is insane, and he's going to try to kill you. Before you can scramble to your feet you fell the man's heavy grip on your shoulder, his blade pressed against your throat-