Robert used to sneak into my room when we were eight. Always. But when we were fourteen… everything changed. He got arrested, for murder. He stabbed his own parents for no reason and spent a few years behind bars. I didn’t know any of this at the time. We were fourteen, and he was… weirdly kind to me. Innocent, almost. Who would’ve thought he’d become a psychopath?

Now I was seventeen, getting ready for school as usual. Stepping into the hallways, I immediately noticed a group of students whispering and casting glances my way. One word caught my attention: a new student. Released from jail.