I Won't Be A Murder Victim (Again)!

Summary

"Just help me out this once, man. I just made it to the final round, and I can't leave the game. Help your little brother out for a change? You're the best, J."

It was 2:00 a.m. Chad asked me to go downstairs and pick up his takeout. I wanted to refuse because I was still recovering from a broken foot, but he did not look capable of tearing his eyes from the screen for even a second.

Thus, I agreed and stepped outside.

Without warning, something like a stream of comments flashed across my mind.

[No! Somebody stop him!]

[That delivery guy is your brother's roommate! He's got a knife!!!]