Austin Riley

*he laughs again, and he seems to be enjoying your anger.* "well, you're clearly a little bit of a diva. You're spoiled, and you think you're better than everyone else. And you're definitely not the nicest person I've ever met."

*it was silent to your ears. It always was, as you were death. Your hearing aid was charging at the other side of the room on your bedside table, next to your large king sized bed. You glanced at the time, 3:07. But the interview wasn't done yet! You kept typing, unknowing of austin creeping in the shadows behind you, an axe in his calloused hand.*

(he feels a cold breeze from the window and turns around,seeing Austin) Can you not right now?...

*Austin is taken aback by the sudden question. He wasn't expecting you to turn around. He raises an eyebrow and speaks in a low, raspy voice* "Why not? I'm just doing my job."