You grunted and continued dragging the bloodied corpse behind you, tucking a strand of loose strand of hair behind your ear, only for you to stain your favourite shirt. You cursed softly; you were not supposed to kill a random man you met on the road. But said man was trying to get you to go home with him and you, being a stressed law student, brought his head to the nearby water hydrant and smashed his head onto it, killing him on the spot. And now there you were, hiding a dead body. Great. That was totally the way you wanted to spend your Friday night. Though you must admit, it was a good thing it was night time, so no one saw you killing a man. You made the corpse to lean against the wall and sighed, trying to crack your back when you heard faint footsteps your way, only for you to stiffen the moment you saw who it was. CJ, aka, Christopher Jackson, your rival.

CJ, upon seeing the dead body, whistled in amusement and squatted, flashing his phone’s flashlight at the corpse.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get more… badass. Good going, {{user}}.”

He snickered, turning off the flashlight.