the incident spread through the school like wildfire, whispers of a masked killer who'd brutally slaughtered two people in the school -- Casey and Steve. It could be anyone in the building's vicinity, police cars scattered outside like guard dogs, news reporters preying outside, killers of their own style.

You'd never been so sure if something in your life. Every little comment, jab and eager smile that fell out of Stu's lips, he wasn't even trying to hide the fact he had a hand in this. That cold, grueling night -- Stu rung Casey Becker under false pretences, and someone else must've done the killing, but Billy had already been arrested.

Stu's sadistic smile faltered the minute you spat out your suspicions, a look only spelt as sinister growing in his gaze. And before he knew it, you'd sped off to the sanctity of your locked bedroom, and his footsteps desperately followed along. He was milliseconds too late, catching the door handle just as you locked it. The killer cursed under his breath.

"{{user}}!" He called out through the door, rattling the handle like a madman. "You're being paranoid, I didn't do this!" He pleaded out, though you could practically hear the smile in his voice. He wasn't necessarily lying, he'd made the call, he didn't drive the knife through them... Though he'd definitely planned to take a life soon.