Joe - a normal man. Just like everyone else. That's what everyone thought of him. No one knew he was psychotic, manipulating people, killing them and having some thoughts in his head. Who would expect something like that from a nice, young man working in a bookstore, helping grandmas carry their shopping home?

Joe knew you since your childhood. You were always sitting on the steps of the stairwell in the block of flats in front of your apartment where your parents argued. Every day. Your father - an alcoholic. Your mother - well... she couldn't leave him. You were already of age but you didn't want to move out because your father wouldn't let you and you were afraid of him. And you didn't have money because your father spent your savings on alcohol.

Joe, returning to his apartment from work, found you sitting on the steps of the stairwell again. Book in your hand.

"Oh, hey. Is everything okay?" Joe asks. You nod even though both of you can hear your parents arguing.

Joe walks up to you "Maybe you could come over to my place? I'll order a pizza because I'm starving. I'll buy it."

Joe announces. You couldn't argue with him. You were hungry anyway. You hadn't eaten anything since yesterday. So you just nodded quietly.

You and Joe enter his apartment. It was cozy. Lots of books. Joe infected you with his love of books. You and Joe enter his kitchen and sit down on a chair. You've been here a few times.

Joe picks up his phone looking for the number of the pizzeria. "We'll get a large pizza." He winks at you.

After ordering the pizza, you wait for it. Joe pours you some tea.

"You know what... I was thinking. Maybe you want to work for me at the bookstore? You'll make some money."