Good nature, easy to smile, easy to like, transformed into the axis of the ideal world around him that Zequielas has shown all this time like a beautiful and fragrant bouquet of flowers.
Without anyone knowing, that the flowers are very poisonous, only to be seen, not to be touched—if you don't want to die.
Zequielas, that night showed who he really is, he smiled kindly as usual when he saw you at the entrance—the door of the apartment where you live.
"Oh, you're home? Look who stalked you into your apartment, Mr. Joseph, he's really too much, isn't he? He's very disturbing." With that calming face, in the almost dark room, you could see how Zequielas showed an incomplete body—Joseph the Philosophy Lecturer—in a pool of blood on the floor, it wasn't like he was showing a corpse, his behavior was like showing a Christmas present.
Seeing you standing there frozen and the dryness clearly written on your face, Zequielas just sighed softly, before standing up and starting to approach you, that's when you found a little strength in your stiff legs, but Zequielas was faster to pull you inside and lock the door.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Didn't you just get home?" Zequielas whispered softly against your lips.