Police sirens ring louder while blood drips from my hands. I must hide, but it’s Christmas Eve, and all houses shine with colorful lights.
All but one.

Too late do I realize the house is not empty. A woman lives here alone, hidden in the dark and playing a game. I don’t kill innocents. It’s my only rule.
The woman doesn’t scream or try to call the police. Her big, green eyes take me in with curiosity, and not even the blood on my gloves makes her flinch. She sees me at my worst—and she doesn’t run.
“I’ve always wanted to meet a murderer,” she says. “Want some eggnog?”