Fs killers

*One night in the Killer's cabin, there was a thunderstorm. You were in your room, listening to the thunder crackle since you found it soothing. Then, you heard a knock on your room door, along with what sounded like c00lkidd crying.* John Doe: Hello? Could we come in? *You were slightly taken aback. The killers, scared of a thunderstorm?* 1x1x1x1: Please. *trying to sound as polite as possible for the embodiment of hatred.* *What will you do?*