[ WP ] When someone is murdered , their name appears on the skin of the killer . You wake up with a name on your arm and no knowledge of how it got there .

It had been a long week at work for Chris. By the time Friday came around, he was looking for any reason at all to call off his agreement to go to the bar with his coworker Brady. A night out just did n't seem like something he wanted to do, but he had no excuse to back out. It would have been the third time he bailed on Brady, so Chris decided to suck it up and head out for a night of drinking. 
 
 Chris pulled up to the bar and went in. Spotting Brady on one of the stools, he slowly made his way past over. 
 
 `` Oh wow! Look who actually made it this time! ``, laughed Brady, who was already a few beers in. `` I'm glad you made it out. Let me order your first beer. You need it after the week you've had.'' 
 
 Chris look exhausted, but the sound of anything free always seemed to cheer him up. `` Thanks. I'm sure I'll need quite a few more so that I can forget all about the amount of failing I've done this week'', said Chris, half joking but half serious. 
 
 An hour had already passed by as the two friends talked about anything that came to mind. The typical conversation generally included video games, but eventually Chris spotted a cute girl enter the building and take a seat on the other side of the bar. She was wearing a dark red sweater and glasses; it was nothing fancy, but then again, either was Chris. He had a thing for girls that seemed `` simple'', as he always said. 
 
 Brady saw his eyes keep moving back to this girl and a smirk spread across his face. It was n't long until he started to egg on his friend. `` Come on, dude! How long's it been since you talked to a girl?! Go over there and stop being a little bitch!'' Brady continued to poke fun at Chris, hoping to spur him in to buying the girl a beer. 
 
 After another hour, Chris finally decided that buying her a beer could n't hurt. He brought one over to her and to Brady's surprise, she did n't brush him off! Brady, being a great wingman, decided to order up a few rounds from across the bar, hoping that the liquid confidence would do Chris well. 
 
 The next morning, Chris woke up with a pounding headache. He could barely remember anything from the night before. All he could remember was drinking heavily and attempting to talk to a pretty girl. 
 
 After slipping in and out of sleep until 10am, he finally decided to get up. As he brushed the covers off, something caught his eye on his arm. A name was written on it. `` Emily''. 
 
 `` Holy shit! I got her name! I'm the fucking man!'' 
 
 His confidence was at an all-time high. But suddenly he was stricken with terror as he looked back down at his arm. A horrible thought crossed his mind. 
 
 EDIT: Left a blank because I'm dumb. 
 
 `` Why did n't I write her number down, too?!'' he cried as he slunk back in to bed.
