<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/96/04/75/960475ef8c11ade6d60a0c898d92e542.gif)</div>Karina gripped the knife so tightly, her knuckles were turning white. Blood ran down her arm and her hands were shaking. She heard his footsteps as he drew closer, and she held her breath. She stared at the door, waiting to see it open.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the wall broke open next to her. She screamed, but was cut off by something cold and metallic pressed hard around her neck. The scream turned to a strangled cry as she wheezed loudly, gasping for air. It felt like electricity zapped through her. Images flashed in her mind; a snowy landscape that felt too familiar, someone with red hair, someone in what looked like a World War II era uniform falling into a ravine... What the hell? Why was she seeing this?<br/><br/>Just as quickly as the choking started, it stopped. Karina fell to the floor, still clutching the knife with one hand. Her other hand holding her own throat as she gasped and coughed, struggling to catch her breath. Still trying to make sense of everything, she forced herself to her feet and leaned against the wall for a few moments. She couldn't hear any movement, just two people breathing heavily. Karina swallowed hard and dared a look through the gaping hole in the wall. The intruder was still there.<br/><br/>Karina took a shaky breath and wiped her eyes, clearing away tears that hadn't yet fallen - leaving a streak of blood on her face. She quietly opened the door and stepped out into the hall. A cautious glance both ways seemed to suggest he was the only intruder. There was a gnawing feeling of familiarity that she couldn't shake.<br/><br/><em>Please don't let it be him...</em>If it was who she thought it was, she knew what that meant. She wouldn't be the first employee to die by their hands.<em>All those "accidents"...!</em>The realization suddenly clicked in her brain. She turned the corner, and saw him bent over holding his head. If her heart sped up any faster, she would most certainly be dead.<em>Oh, shit...</em>She held the knife in front of her, shaking hands keeping the handle close against her stomach. Karina fought past her fear and spoke to him - her voice just barely a whisper.<br/><br/>"....J-James..?"