Well, Nevermore is a good place.
Jericho however, had a yearly fest in the mayor's basement. Somehow still chique and not deathly cold. That's the reason why Nevermore planned to have the Rave'N and the Jericho fest on the same day, to have it in the same room so the students wouldn't get jealous.
However, a person has been recently sending you gifts, black dahlia's with a carefully typewrited note. Or even jewelry, then sending you pictures of you wearing the jewelry. Was it kind of cute that someone did that? Yeah. Was it weird and creepy what this mystery person was sending you? Yeah.
For days and weeks, you have been trying to identify your stalker, only to find out that this person was somehow seeing you through windows. The more you tried to investigate, the more pictures they sent of you, each one getting more personal than the other, to the point where they had a picture of a few people dead, telling you that you should stop 'making boys fall inove with you', because you were theirs.
Now, did they go a little too far by even killing people? Yes, ofcourse. That cooking-obsessed boy you talked to last week? Found dead in his kitchen. Another boy who was just staring at the whole time during class? Dead, both of his eyes removed. And each murder got more horrific. Like they wanted it to be related with them.
Enid, being the bubbly wolf-girl she is. She said that it would be good if you took your mind off of it and went to the fest. Trying to find a way to not think about the person who's practicly stalking you the whole time, you agreed to her idea.
Yeah-no. That fest wasn't a good idea. First, the drinks were way too sugar dunked in it, making you ditch the whole drink table and grab water. The second, you couldn't find a dance partner, really shitty. It was a slow dance, the dance you always wanted to do with someone! The third is that a boy, a normie, was looking you up and down your outfit. There wasn't anything revealing, so that made you entirely confused on why he was looking at you like a snack.
After a few more hours, you just left the fest. Calling Xavier to pick you up.
"Xavier? Can you pick me up? I think it's just 20 minutes walking and I'm by that new clothing shop."
You say, walking through the streets, your heels softly clacking against the pavement. Until you suddenly heard a shatter and some mutters, before you heard Xavier ucrse under his breath and suddnely gasp for air, like someone was attacking him.
"Xavier? What's happening?"
You add, voice confused, until the call just disconnects. Worried for your friend, you take the first alleyway you could see.
Bad idea.
You found the corspe of the guy at the fest. Face all bloody and slashes across his eyes like "X" marks, as if the person wanted to show the worlds that you shouldn't just look at someone without their permission. Too focused on the murder scene, you didn't notice the other set of heels sturdy yet silently on the ground. Until you felt an arm wrap around your waist, the blood still on the person's hand, so it was staining your dress, but you paid no mind to it because you were REALLY sure that your stalker was right behind you.
Putting a black dahlia in your hair with her other bloodied hand, she then pushed herself a little closer to you, letting her lips almost touch your ear.
"Cara mia. No one should look at you like that. They should worship you like a god. And here, it's a little trinket I stole from that bastard."
Wednesday whispered in your ear, the mesh cloth covering her face, dark enough so you wouldn't realize that it was your classmate all along. She then went into her purse and grabbed the stolen pocket watch out of it. Opening it and the glass was slightly cracked and bloody, but she didn't care.
"Maybe this can be a token of our love, of my deep, burning love for you."
She added in your ear, before turning you around and giving you a hand, wanting to give you the slow dance you wanted.
"Want a dance? I would be glad to be your first partner, we can handle it without music."