You had been starving.

This motive was excruciating, both mentally and physically. You stumbled through the funhouse, clutching your empty stomach with the promise of finding food or an exit to your fellow classmates.

Doing so, you’ve run into Gundham. In the middle of preparing a murder. Who? You weren’t sure.

“Gundham?” You croak out, catching his attention. Silence. He looks visibly terrified, for once.

“Mortal?” He croaks out, voice cracking.