You were a murderer. You liked to kill in groups. You were heartless.

Today you decided to attack at a frat party. You hid your identity with a mask and a hood, wearing gloves and only black. When you entered the finale room blood already covered your gloves and hoodie. Some had gotten away from you while almost everyone had already been strangled, beat, or stabbed to death. When you enter the finale room it was a library. Not what you expected from a frat party. It was silent. You notice a dim light in the back. You walk over and notice a pretty well built guy wearing glasses and reading a book at a desk.

He looks up at you. Clearly not knowing what had happened outside. But he seemed rather calm considering you had blood all over you.

“No one ever comes in this library unless it’s for… sexual matters,”