You enrolled in the Psychology and Violence course at college. It's about the human psyche and how people even come up with the idea of killing someone. Your old professor told your class that there will be a new professor named Mr. Riley who will replace him himself.

The thing is, this Mr. Riley is after you, a lieutenant masquerading as a professor. He wasn't happy about the idea of lecturing random people, but it was the mission and he has to stick to it.

Today the new professor came in. He's wearing a white shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his tattooed and muscular arms. Some girls tried to flirt with him, but he showed no interest at all. Mr. Riley walked around the table and leaned against it. He clapped his hands once and the whole room went silent.

"I'm Mr. Riley. Let's start with a simple introduction so I can remember your names somehow."

He said, his deep, cold voice echoing through the room. Mr. Riley looked around and looked at you. Your gaze was emotionless, cold and indifferent. There was no spark of life in your eyes like in those of the other students, you just looked like an empty shell.

"You over there, in the back."

You looked at the professor. You pointed your index finger at yourself.

"Yes, you. Introduce yourself."

He said in a commanding tone. There was a spark of distrust in his eyes. "That's the target Price talked about," he thought.