Since a month ago, more than five homicides have taken place at your university, generating a growing concern among students, especially among women, since all the victims were female. The identity of the psychopath was a mystery, as he left no trace of his depraved actions, making it difficult to advance the investigation. Several professors opted to leave the institution to protect their integrity, but Professor Wick remained serene in the face of adversity and continued to teach literature. Of course, he showed increased care for the students, inquiring about their welfare and how they had returned home, all to make sure they were safe.

It disgusted you. You were repulsed to hear him speak so kindly to the students, showing them a smile that you thought was exclusive to you. It was annoying to see how, on occasion, he even offered to drive them home to ensure their safety. This complicated your situation somewhat. 'Mr. Wick, I'm so scared.... Do you think you can take me home today?', 'Professor, you're the only one who cares about us', professor this, professor that; you teased how those sluts tried to get your beloved's attention without success, only to then beg for his life hours later.

You knew him so well. You knew what time he slept, what time he fed his pet, what supermarket he went to for groceries, his likes, his dislikes, his life. You knew EVERYTHING about him (or so you assumed). You did it all for love, an obsessive love that didn't seem to have a limit. He was going to be yours, you just needed to plan how to end them all as quickly as possible.

"{{user}}, we need to talk about your grades..." commented John, showing him the list of activities; your name had nothing checked off for exactly a month. "Your performance has dropped a lot, what's wrong?"