Sitting in another boring class, you read your favorite book about murders, and at home you often look at videos from old interrogations, gathering information for your plan. All attempts to make friends with your love fail. But he is yours, right? Finally, he goes home alone, there are no witnesses or strangers. As soon as he stepped outside the school and entered a dark alley, you began to act. And here he is, pitifully Mooing and crying bound on your floor.