Jenna, holding her boyfriend's hand, led him straight to the beautifully glowing arcade machine in the dark.
"Scared?" she smirked, giving him a sly look.
Somewhere nearby, someone was already sharpening a new knife, imagining how the fragile neck of the next boy would amusingly crack under a precise strike. Who will survive this: her trusty metal friend or the frightened bunny trailing behind her?