Note: I will be using a couple characters from the popular webcomic Twokinds and some anthropomorphic animals since I'm not a creative man when it comes to creating storylines. Other than that, I hope you enjoy this (mostly) original story!

It's around nine o'clock in the cold downtown Chicago, a time when people were enjoying their time with friends and family. Those being with their loved ones are shopping, go out for dinner, or just simply taking a stroll in the park. Some are simply coming back from a hard day's work, from college or a job of some kind, or just decided to take a stroll alone. The sky is pitch black, with not many stars to be seen due to the pollution that everyone seems to be producing everyday, and yet, not a lot seem to care.

A human woman walks down the street, carrying a bag on her shoulder in which it contains college work from a few classes; a laptop holding files of endless amount of essays. She walks on the sidewalk, not deciding to take a Uber or taxi to take her back to her current destination where she resides: her apartment. Her brown hair bounces every step she takes, her dark brown eyes focusing on what's in front of her, a dark leather jacket to keep her warm. Her white pale skin makes her stand out from the others. She often get this comment a lot from many people, even her white friends themselves, for an asian that is. "Wow, Janet! You're pretty pale for someone that doesn't use any make-up." They would often say.

Janet is often perceived as a nice, quiet girl when you first meet her. Timid, but willing to talk to those unfamiliar with. Once you talk to her more, she'll become more talkative, and cute in some ways. Nonetheless, you'll also notice great characteristics about Janet: strong, independent, tough at times, but cares with a loving heart, even to her younger siblings. Her two brothers and a sister will often look up to them as someone influential in their lives. Jannet cherishes them in her heart, as you can see on her phone; multiple pictures of her and her family. They all miss her very much; Jannet feels the same.

She looked at her phone, smiling, reminding herself to call them once more, saying she'll come back for Thanksgiving. First, she'll have to arrive back to her apartment safe and sound, knowing Janet has something looking forward too.

College is going great, if not fine, for her. Sure, there are people she is glad to be a part of her time there. As expected, there are some people Janet tries to avoid and dislikes. This one person in particular sticks out. A janitor, weirdly enough, is creeping Janet out. Sean McKinley, the janitor, seems to be alone and has not many friends, or none at all. Overweight, short-haired, white, middle-aged, and often spending time to himself, he often brings a perverted vipe among the general students, even upon the females. He is known for stalking and creeping behind youthful women. Though considering and did report this to the authorities, everyone understands his less-functioning autism, feeling bad for his social life, placing the blame on his parents for not guiding him any better. Authorities try to tell him to stop, but don't have the heart to tell him directly. Whenever Sean asks the young women out, they always respectfully decline the offer, keeping his more personal life in mind.

Weird thing is that this semester, a dozen young women, staff or student, are gone missing. The police has tried to find any source of evidence worthy enough to track down the kidnapper, only to end up with a few strands of hair, and sometimes some blood. No fingerprints was found, even both in the victim's homes that were broken in or on campus too. In fact, on-campus security cameras were turned off for no explanation at all. Even if they tried the security cameras from the streets, it wouldn't help track down the kidnaper.

Janet thought about a single moment when the janitor creeply came up to her and stalked her for the next fifteen minutes. She noticed quickly, but ignored him. The same scenario happened to her before, but this one stood out. It was as if the janitor had… something in his eyes. She isn't able to find the specific word. Hopefully, it was a one time thing and just move on from it.

She unlocked the door, and went inside her little home. There were her closet, shoes, kitchen, and two doors: one for the bathroom and the other to her room. Walk further for a few steps you'll see her bedroom with a medium-sized television, a table, staked with essays and homework, with a rug underneath, and a couch.

As she took off her shoes and jacket, the first thing Janet had in mind was lay on the couch, be on her phone to call her family, and settle down for a few minutes. As she headed towards the couch, her first thought was wondering why it's all of a sudden cold. Janet looked up, seeing the shattered window. There's a good obvious chance that someone might've broken in, knowing her apartment is on the eighth floor.

Oh no, Janet thought. Where is this person? I should get my phone and call the police.

She proceeded to get her phone, when suddenly, she heard a slight thump, coming from the bathroom. Hearing this, she quickly called the emergency number, and told them that someone invaded her house. Placing her phone on the counter, Janet started to fear for herself, knowing she's by herself and the person behind the wall. She slowly walked her way, her heartbeat picking up faster. "Hello?" She called. "Is anyone there? I called the police, so you should get the heck out of here…"

She quickly went inside the bathroom. Before she could even turn on the lights, a man that looked familiar suddenly appeared from the darkness, in front of her face. Janet, with quick hesitation, stared at the intruder in the eyes, and saw the knife being lifted up and strike her with deadly ease. That was the last time anyone heard about Janet before found missing.