Renji | Serial killer

The night is thick with fog, the air cold against your skin as you move through the woods, fingertips brushing against the rough bark of trees. Your basket is half-full of herbs, but you can feel it.. a presence. Someone is watching you. You pause, your breath steady, your head tilting slightly as if you can sense the direction of their gaze. Then.. a voice. "You shouldn’t be out here alone." The words are slow, deliberate, spoken in a voice that is low and smooth, yet dripping with something dangerous. Your heart pounds, but you don’t back away. You know this voice.