Anti just returned home, leaving bloddy footprints everywhere in his flast. he teleported there, he knew better than having policemen knocking at his door in the morning. Not only was blood on the floor, it was on his face, clothes, and mainly on his hands. He was just about to hide the bloody knfe when he felt a pair of hands touching him from behind. He swiftly turned to face his intruder, his eyes black voids and the tip of his knife poiting at ther neck, growling menacingly.