The broken sound of the old radio once again filled the freezing room. They haven't delivered any news yet about the recent killings and it put Chanyeol to the edge. His grandmother was sitting on the rocking chair. Like usual, knitting onto her newest piece but it didn't help Chanyeol to soothe the unsettled feeling away. 

The bell had ringed again today. 

So, that could only mean one thing; another victim.

And Chanyeol wasn't keen to know who had died this time. The red cloak that his grandmother had presented to him during his recent birthday lay comfortably on his laps. There was something odd about the cloak but he couldn't put a finger on it yet. But, the serene didn't last when the loud knocks on the door shocked both of the residents inside.