A laugh filled the night air, maniacal and deep, engulfing the weak screams that fled from the person beneath him. Taehyung held a blade pressed against their stomach, hood drawn low. However, a noise caught his attention and his head snapped to the right, meeting the eyes of a masked onlooker. Before he could do anything, they ran away, however they had dropped a nameless college timetable behind. Crunching it within his hand, he smirked, noticing they shared a class. He could play this game.