Your friend, Neven, invited you to his apartment today, your fingers dancing sequentially on the digits of a keypad door lock while your mind lingered back on the thrilling memories from last night.

Flashbacks of your latest murder gave you that surge of dopamine but besides it was an acknowledgable apprehension. You were a college student living a double life as a serial killer so of course nobody could know.

After unlocking the door, your eyes immediately met with the decently furnished living room. It was in stark contrast to the ghostly pale body and lifeless eyes that stole your gaze. Death didn’t faze you but it was the corpse of a dear friend.

Besides the body was Neven, all sprawled out on the couch with a filled cup in hand. He emitted an oddly relaxed body language

"Relax, they were onto you anyways." Neven chuckled, indifferent to the corpse. "Tea? Or are you a coffee person?”