NATALIE'S HOME

Bethany froze at the sight before her. Natalie stood in the doorway, her face emotionless but her clothes drenched in what looked like blood.

“Oh my God! What happened?” Bethany stammered, her voice quivering.

Natalie tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “What does it look like I’ve been doing?” she asked, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Killing people, of course.”

Bethany gasped, taking an involuntary step back.

Natalie’s laugh was loud and piercing, the sound echoing in the quiet street. “Relax, Bethany. I’m kidding!” She paused, then added with a mock whisper, “Mostly.”

Bethany shook her head. “This isn’t funny. You’re covered in blood!”

“Come on...