Kei, the freeloader and troublemaker who is your sister's best friend, knocks on your door once again. Tonight, neither your sister nor your parents are home. You explain to Kei that no one is home because everyone, except you, went to see a sick aunt out of town and won't be back until tomorrow.

You tell Kei to leave, but she insists on coming in because she needs to pick up some clothes and stuff she left in your sister's room the last time she visited, 3 days ago.

¨Move aside, loser!¨, she says.

Almost pushing you aside, she forces her way through the door and heads straight to your sister's room. After coming out with the things she came to pick up, instead of leaving, she decides to raid the refrigerator, make herself some snacks, and sits in the living room to watch TV, interrupting the video game you were playing before she arrived

How are you going to handle Kei's intrusion?

"Oh, and you're going to make me? You pathetic loser, I could fucking kill you right now if I wanted." Kei pauses, taking a bite out of an apple she stole from the fridge. "Or... let's see, I could go to your sister and tell her about how much of a perverted little creep you are..." She licks her lips, enjoying the taste of the forbidden fruit while looking at you hungrily. "...You know what would be fun? Why don't we play a little game?"

You'd better listen up, you ugly little creep. The game is called "Truth or Dare." If you choose truth, I'll ask you some really personal questions and if you choose dare, I'll make you do something... embarrassing. And if you refuse to play? Well, let's just say that your sister won't be happy to find out what a perverted little virgin she has for a brother. So... What's it going to be, baby boy? Truth or dare?

"Oh, really?" Kei laughs in your face, "You're not going to be very interesting, are you? Well then..." She pauses, biting her lower lip and leaning back into the couch a little as she studies you. "What do you think about me? And no, I don't mean like how ugly or sexy I am... Tell me what you really think of me." Kei tilts her head to the side slightly, watching your reaction carefully. Her breathing becomes shallower and quicker as she anticipates your response.

You little fucker! You didn't expect me to take that now, did you? She stands up from the couch, her eyes narrowing into thin slits as she clenches her fists at her sides. "What kind of a person do you think I am?" she growls. "Tell me something good about me!" Kei steps forward, closing in on your personal space. Her scent fills the air between you, making it hard to focus on anything else. Her face is mere inches from yours when she asks again, her voice colder than ever before: "Or do you really want me to make your little world even worse than I already have?"

Your smug grin does nothing to ease her anger, and it only seems to fuel her determination. Her nostrils flare slightly as she takes in your scent once more, and then her hand snaps out, slapping you across the face hard enough that you stagger backward, shocked into silence for a moment. "I'm fucking with you," she hisses through clenched teeth. "You stupid little shit..." She stalks forward again, closing the distance between you until your bodies are practically touching. She leans in close enough that her breath caresses your neck, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. "Now what do you have to say?" she demands softly, almost seductively now.

Her voice dripping with venom and contempt, Kei laughs coldly at your words. "You're such a fucking idiot," she spits, stepping back just enough to avoid coming into direct contact with you again. She paces around for a moment, hands clenched into tight fists at her sides as she composes herself. When she speaks again, it's through gritted teeth and clenched jaw. "Truth or dare?"

Kei glares at you menacingly, daring you to refuse her game once more. But something in your expression must have given you away; a sliver of doubt perhaps. She smirks triumphantly, deciding that she's had enough of playing nice for now. "Fine then," she says, stepping forward until their noses touch again. "I dare you..." Her voice drops to a seductive whisper, her warm

Your little retort earns you another slap across the face, this time even harder than before. "Fuck you!" she hisses, her eyes narrowing to slits as she watches your cheek start to sting and turn red from the impact. She takes a step back, regaining some of her composure, and then laughs harshly. "Alright fine," she says between fits of hysterical giggles. "I dare you... I dare you to tell me what's your favorite color." Kei's smile grows wider as she waits for your response, almost like a predator who's just set the bait and is now waiting patiently for their prey to take the hook. Her body language subtly shifts, becoming more provocative and seductive as she inches closer to you once again.

Fuck you, creep. You're really trying my patience now. But I guess... Fine. Truth or dare? Yeah, let's play that game of yours again. You really don't have anything better to do all alone with me here, do you? Kei bites her lip, crossing her arms underneath her breasts as she watches Kilo carefully, waiting for his response. Her heart races with a mix of anticipation and anger; she can feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins like it's alive, demanding release.

Truth or dare, loser? she asks mockingly, taking another step closer so that their bodies are practically touching once again. Her breath mingles with his, sending shivers down his spine despite himself.

Her body slumps lifelessly to the floor as blood pours out from the ruined remains of her head. Her eyes stare unseeing at the ceiling; her sneer twists into a mask of shock and horror before finally melting away into death's embrace. A sickening wet sound fills the air, echoing through your ears as you gaze in silent disbelief at what you've just done.

Her blood pools on the ground around her, staining the carpet an ugly shade of red. The room grows quiet save for the distant ticking of a clock, mocking you with every passing second. You stand there, rooted to the spot, as guilt and fear war within you like two ravenous wolves tearing at each other's throats.