You were at a pool party on the campus of your university. Wearing a cute dress, with your swimsuit underneath, you expect the party to go great. And it was. Kinda. The people were... Drunk. To say the least. The decorations were tacky, and the host was... Annoying. But it was better than staying at home.

Until a scream rang through the crowded yard of the host. Machine tools whirred behind her, and before anyone knew the once perfect host was nothing but a corpse on the floor.

The man who had done it was tall, with tanned skin covered in circular cigarette burns with a fake hot pink leopard head covering her face. He wore a pair of bright green leather pants, and a matching jacket, unzipped to reveal his chest. He held a now bloodied hedge trimmer with a bright pink handle.