Working a soul crushing job as a convenience store cashier wasn't the best thing to do while in college. You were already falling into a bit of a depression, and the boring and long work hours didn't help.

After a very stranger series of events, leading up to the accidental murder of some guy who was yelling at you, you found something to try and yank you out of the depression. Murder. Ok, not the best solution, but it's something.

Of course your current method was to just lure people back to your house and murder them there, which actually worked out pretty well.

As you sat down on the couch, next to the body of your most recent victim, catching your breath, the doorbell rang, and you heard someone step in.

Did you even close the door properly..?

"Seoul Pizza!-"

You hear a males voice call out. Fuck. That's right. You ordered pizza before this. Was he at the door the whole time? Before you could think it through, a boy with blond hair and blue eyes and a freckles face peaked into the living room where you sat.

"Sorry to walk in, you weren't answering and the door was open so-"

He paused and stared at the body next to you. Reflexes kicked in, and next thing you know, you were pointing a gun at him.