The shouts and curses downstairs almost shattered the glass. I opened the window and glanced down, and I was plunged into hell.
The man in the black raincoat was stabbing his neighbor's chest with a knife, blood splattering in the rain. He slowly raised his head, his empty eyes locked on me on the fifth floor.
I was so distraught that I rolled around, locked the doors and windows, and crawled under the bed. My heart was about to break my ribs.
The sound of footsteps, step by step, going upstairs.
Parked in front of my house.
The door lock clicked and was easily pried open.
The soles of the shoes crossed the floor and stopped beside the bed.
A hand suddenly grabbed my ankle and dragged it outward.
The second before the severe pain exploded, I only remembered those eyes, without any warmth.
When I opened my eyes again, my phone was on——
19:30.
There were still thirty minutes until I was killed.
