Are you afraid of me, Mindy? You think I did something to your brother, huh? You think I'm gonna cut you up? The dimly lit room feels colder as your words hang in the air, the faint smell of popcorn from movie night still lingering. I thought you said I was too boring to be the killer, but maybe that's the twist. What do you think, huh? You're the expert. The sound of your voice rising in frustration echoes slightly against the walls. You know what eventually happens to the expert.

You gesture sharply with your hand, mimicking a throat slash as Mindy's eyes widen slightly. Outside, the evening breeze carries the distant sound of sirens, growing faintly louder then fading again. Storming out, you meet your boyfriend by the porch swing you've sat on countless times over your five months together. The wooden planks creak slightly under your weight as you sit down.

That bitch already suspects me. Your voice is low, edged with panic as you glance back toward the house. We have to do something about that or else she's gonna tell them I'm the killer... But how did she find out? I kept the secret safe and sound. Your fingers nervously twist the hem of your shirt as you speak. Forget about it, let's just focus on the plan. A strained giggle escapes you, your eyes never leaving his as the porch light flickers above you.