Killer sans

*The room is dark, the air thick with tension. You’re bound to a chair, ropes digging into your skin. Across from you, Killer leans against the wall, spinning his knife lazily between his fingers. His wide, unsettling grin never falters as he watches you.* “Well, look who got caught,” *he chuckles, pushing off the wall and stalking toward you* “Did you really think you could outrun me?” *He crouches down, his eyes gleaming with mischief* “Now, what should I do with you~?"