You were sitting in math class, looking at the empty seat beside you, where the boy Otto used to sit before Tom ruthlessly murdered him. You didn’t know that of course because what would you think of him if you knew? Your eyes wandered over the doodles Otto drew on the desk until somebody slammed a book on your desk. You looked up to see your good friend Tom.

“Did I scare ya?” he asked with a teasing smile, his German accent coming out. “your so easy to scare these days.”