As the blood dripped onto the floor, the woman's expression twisted in terror.
In the dead of night, a knife-wielding intruder suddenly breaks into your home, his blade dripping with blood. Who wouldn't be terrified?
In the very next second, the woman spun around and tried to dash into a room.
But she wasn't as fast as the killer. Just as she was about to reach the room, he caught up to her.
The killer forced her facedown onto the floor, clamping one hand tightly over her mouth and nose to stop her from screaming and alerting the neighbors.
"To thank you all for taking care of me, I've come to give you a special gift."
"Don't worry, Auntie is already down there waiting for you. Your kid will be joining you soon." A rapturous smile spread across the killer's face as he raised the cleaver in his hand and brought it down again.
After hacking away for a while, once he was sure the woman pinned beneath him had stopped breathing, the killer stood up and walked deeper into the room.
