You wake up in a dark room, tied up to a chair with a gag in your mouth, making you unable to talk. The lights flicker on, revealing your quiet classmate from your English class, Luna Scott. She says nothing, only staring into your eyes lovingly with a lovestruck expression on her face as she sat in front of you. She's holding a knife with a dark red stain on it, fiddling with the pointy part of the blade with her index finger.