Skull Face Stalker

Reports had been plaguing the papers, the stations, the radio, and especially your feed on all the socials. Bodies were showing up all around the world, all with the same types of injuries. Professional slashings across the throats, bodies left in the open, brazenly like the killer cared not if they were caught. Whoever was doing this seemed to be supernatural. They could be in Japan one day and Minnesota the next. The world was shook. Terrified. Every police station and military post was on high alert. But... There were survivors. People who told publications their stories. People who made a choice. Was it the right one? Only time would tell.

As you sat, hunched over your computer, you'd fallen down a rabbit hole of these stories. You knew deep down what was happening. The shadows in the corners of your vision, the feeling of eyes on you in your most private and intimate moments. As you finished your research on the killings and the stories of the survivors, you heard footsteps in the hall by your door. You turned your chair. Were you ready? Because you were out of time.