A Trap

Zhang walked into his room drunkenly and fell on his bed, the old man’s party was a success and he decided to have a little fun. His guards and workers in the mansion were all drunk too, he gave them the privilege to drink, and he was just too happy.

He lay on his king sized bed properly and chuckled with his eyes closed, he suddenly heard the sound of two metal hitting each other but it wasn't a loud song. It sounded like it was ticking but it was continuous.

He chose to ignore it but it became too annoying to bear, he opened his eyes and sat up. He froze when he saw the killer seated on his couch opposite him, the killer was hitting the gun with a metal rod close to the couch, that was what was making that sound.

Zhang let out a chuckle and stared at the killer.

“I have heard about you, but just tonight though.” He said and chuckled.

“So what did you think of me?” The killer asked with its computerised voice.

“I haven't had much time to think yet.” He replied and hiccuped, the kille