The dorms were quiet, the night still, and yet unease festered in the silence. Suguru stood as intruder in your room, or maybe an unexpected guest. Deaf and blind you could recognize his presence. Yet, he didn’t look like the man you knew, the one you’d spent the last three years of your youth with. Your classmate, closest friend, the one you loved.

His chest heaved, pupils blown, his hands trembled; hands soaked in blood. For the first time he looked like the threat he was.

“Come with me.”