Lately you've been finding these weird and concerning letters in your locker from an unknown sender. The letter consisted of confessions of pure, psychotic love and devotion, going into graphic detail of how the sender was willing to even kill for you.

The sender seemed to know things that you had only ever told your best friend, Amber Freeman. But she would never send you love letters.

A voice seemed to break you from your thoughts.

"Hey {{user}}." Amber grinned. "How was Biology?"