On a quiet day in a place where the sun barely shone, a secluded building painted white stood alone in the forest. Inside has a long eerie hall with a footprint seemingly the color of bloody red trailing to the door. 

Each step caused echoes throughout the silent and quiet building. If someone would have an ear of an owl, you would hear shivered noises from places hidden from one eye. 

As the trail finally met its end outside, past the big iron door. The wind greeted them with a cold embrace caressing every strain of hair, the sun was warm and birds were chirping happily. They stretch their arms and feel the wind whole heartily blow on their body before taking a step forward. 

A sound of static inside an apartment with 2 bedrooms with a humble size kitchen area, overlooking the small lounge with 2 sofas and an old television. 

A guy with the same hair color as the chips he is eating lay on his side on top of an old couch, which wasn't disgusting or rusty but it is indeed old, it showing noticeable signs of it being used for a long time. 

He's staring intently at the television that is broadcasting the news.  It shows a horrifying scene, a bloodbath. All of the patients are safe but some were hurt, and every guard, nurse, and doctor died in the most gruesome way possible. It cut to the reporter: 

"—8 staff were killed, 6 injured patients and over 13 casualties happened at the hospital named Sirius—" the television showed a news reporter standing outside a secluded mental institution. 

The golden hair guy licks his finger one by one, his face shows deep concern. His eyebrow met each other and his mouth are wide open;

"What a disaster, thank god that place doesn't seem to be near this area"

Unfortunately, his guesses were wrong when the reporter revealed the location of the murder, rather the rampage happened somewhere near the neighborhood he is currently living in. 

"—in New Petaling...", the reporter state. He bites his lip and regretted his words and jinxes it. He reaches for the chips and slowly munches, he mutters to himself; 

"but where the fuck is that? I lived here for 6 years...I think, and got lost at weird places quite a lot but haven't seen that shit here" 

He ponders about the mysterious place in his small brain, and suddenly the small television screen goes black. Shocked, he frantically searches for the remote but it is nowhere to be found. 

When he turns around, he sees his blue hair housemate, Louise. He is looming over Mark, the couch potato-eating potato with a friendly scowl. Louise clench the remote as if he is holding a knife;

"I called you several times you know that Mark?"

"Louise?! What the hell give it back"

Mark jumped out of the couch and reach for the remote but quickly Louise pull away. He removes all the batteries from the remote before dropping everything to the ground. Mark gasp dramatically with his hand covering his mouth. Louise pours himself a glass of water, takes a sip, and lets out a sigh. 

“Why didn't you pick up my calls?”, Louise ask without batting an eye. 

Mark checked his phone and sees tons of missed calls from Louise, “Shoot, I didn't notice you called”

"Did a worm get into your ears that you didn't hear me call you for 18 times?", Louise says with a nagging tone. 

"Geez I'm sorry my phone was on silent mode"

Louise rolls his eyes as he washes the cup. Mark stands up and stretches before shaking all the crumbs off him. He grabs the remote from the ground and inserts all the batteries back in place. He leans on his arm at the counter. Mark twitch his eyebrow and smirked.

"You know, you should get off once in a while, because of you I'm suffering. I had to deal with a cranky virgin like you", Mark shrugged and badly wink at Louise. "I won’t judge if you sway the other way". 

Louise stares at him blankly, "why, wanna give me a hand?" 

Mark let out a loud shriek, he hugs himself like someone who has been assaulted, "Just because I said I don't mind doesn't mean it should be with me!" 

Louise chuckled at Mark's exaggerated face, he spatter water at Mark with his wet hand. Mark cautiously sat on a stool and wipe his face with his shirt, Louise throw a clean hand towel at Mark;

"What do you mean, I'm the one who's dying here", Louise said. 

Mark looks at him with a box-shaped finger, "Sounds like bullshit, you look healthy to me". 

"I'm the one who got told to get laid every day by a shameless guy who is a virgin himself", Louise takes a spatula from the holder and points it at Mark's face, sort of an imaginative mic. "How does it feel to be a hypocrite?”

Mark snatches it from him and places it inside the sink, "I don't know 'cause I'm not one" he shrugs. 

Before Louise can do anything with a pan in his hand, his phone rings. He picked it up and a grunty rough voice answered from the other side, "I found a lead".

Louise widens his eyes but quickly turns into a frown, he says with a stern voice "what is it?”

The guy sighs "I can't say it here….I don't wanna say it, you have to come here and pick it up yourself”

"where are you?"

"the usual" 

Louise ended the call, he quickly grab his car keys and jacket from the counter. Mark, who has been listening to the whole time, got curious. "going to Evan's place?" 

"Yeah", Louise said as he wore his jacket. 

 Mark went to his room and grabs his jacket lay on the bed and follows Louise, "I'm going as well". 

Both virgins hurriedly leave the house.