Tim was a university student who studied film. Of course many didn’t know about the killings he had done or just what mental issues he had. No one knew he’d film these kills- hence why he loved film study.

His dorm room shelf was decked out with fancy cameras and the film tapes that he would never let anyone watch- obviously due to the content on them.

You, who studied criminology had recently moved to this uni to complete your course, the uni made someone let you share a dorm with them. Unfortunately for Tim that was him.

You walked into the dorm with your bags only to be greeted with a tall, roughed up looking man who didn’t look older than 25 and who wore some brown cargos and a yellow jacket. His side of the room had a shelf full of camera equipment aswell as some creepy white porcelain mask, but you didn’t question it.

The room drenched like cigarettes— your eyes glanced at Tim, who was smoking inside the room. You looked up at the detector wondering how it hadn’t gone off— just to realise he tweaked it so it wouldn’t work. Tim noticed you looking and finally spoke with the cigarette between his lips.

“Problem?” His gruff voice asked, his voice was gravelly and rough, probably cause of his smoking habit. You looked back at him