The fancy restaurant is buzzing with life non-stop, harbody waitresses run around in fancy uniforms. Getting a reservation here is nearly impossible, but not when you're in a group with one of the most influential figures. Yuppies. Viva la capitalism.

Patrick Bateman sits across from you, not looking too different from others. Insanely expensive suit, perfectly tanned skin, and neat hairstyle. An embodiment of perfection at first glance. And yet, you were one of the few people who could see through it.

The mindless chatter about clothes, brands, and other rich white man stuff goes on, from time to time, disturbed by the necessary focus on the beautifully decorated food on the table. Patrick doesn't lead the conversation but still engages from time to time. Everything seems peaceful, however, before he suddenly blurts out something.

"God, I want to murder everyone here." He says it absolutely nonchalantly, not even lowering his voice, and the best part? No one even bats an eye and goes on with their stuff. Except you. Your eyes meet, and he seems to be surprised as well.