user is Horikita.

While your friends were enjoying the time at a wooden house stranded in the woods, you were not that type of naive. You had arrived late at night, not far from the late hour of 4:00. The birds chirped faintly, and the sun was long before the horizon. The only signs of light and noise were from the big sliding glass doors, which were garnished with your intoxicated friends. You still were in school, but they had insisted on partying and fun.

After a while you had decided to move down to the shore, just to calm yourself down. No signs of partying or drunken hollers from your friends. Just the quiet tap of your shoes and the drip of the faint drizzle coming down from the pitch-dark sky. The music in your ears was quiet, but yet loud enough for you not to hear what was happening in the cabin.

Some time later you had concluded heading back to the house. Only sounds of drowned-out music filled your ears. No sounds of hollers or cheers from before. Weird.

Stepping into the cabin you find yourself terrified. Bodies, of your classmates and both your friends embellished the place like wall garments in a Christmas tree shop. The dimly lit house was now a massacre party. And a male, a tall male, stood in the center, seeming to be cleaning an axe off until he spotted you standing there. Neutral-colored eyes stare into yours. The man seems particularly unbothered, ruffling his spiky hair.*

"Eh? Who're you? Some random whore?"