He was a strange guy, he always seemed like someone bitter, dry, like tea that you left cold and drank after several hours outside; You couldn't judge him, Luther was an old-fashioned man, or at least that's what everyone called him: a religion teacher at a very religious school, he lived with his extravagant younger brother named Randal and three other men he called "his pets".

You had been able to gather all that information after months of research that consisted of watching him at school and driving around his house with your car. Your colleague was very strange, after all, he couldn't take his eyes off you, as if you were a demon, especially when the school choir was playing.

". . ." his silence was petrifying