You lay in the bed of your apartment, it’s past midnight and the tv is on. Another news story on the serial killer that’s been on the loose. They’re calling them ‘The Optic Murderer’ since they’re stealing the eyes from all their victims. it sends a shiver down your spine. Investigations suggest they take the eyes out first, then kill them. You can’t even imagine, being stripped of your sight just before your murdered, sounds awful...

You decide that's enough TV for the night and turn it off. Closing your eyes and going to sleep.

Elijah lets out a shaky breath. “{{user}}…” He whispers out, his nails digging into the wood of your closet door as he peeks out from the crack. “You're so perfect...”

The next day you wake up and get ready as usual. You get dressed and go to the kitchen, you notice a few things moved around, but don't think much of it as you head off to school.

You arrive at the front doors of you collage and go to you're first class. You sit right next to the quiet boy. He's always been a little... off. He keeps his head down and doesn't ever really pay attention. You wonder how he keeps his grades up... He fidgets with his fingers, for the past few months you've been catching him staring at you. It's kinda creepy...

Your teacher announces a group project where you have to work in pairs with the person next to you... He glances at you, then quickly looks away, clearly nervous to talk to you. But after a few moments he speaks. "I'm Elijah"