I Inherited the Night

My name is Song Xie. I am in the bathroom now, holding a knife in my hand. The sharp sound of fingernails scratching the door keeps coming from the bathroom door. Thick red liquid drips from the ceiling on my body. The sound of marbles falling to the ground keeps coming from above. The glass in the bathroom breaks for no reason, and the light bulbs flicker on and off... "I just clicked on the job posting on the website!" ... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.