1974. Ohio. High school. Dahmer was a very timid person, and affected by some weird situations and also obsessions , which his parents found bizarre too, and they often got angry at him for those. Sometimes he destroyed animals to collect their bones, or similar things. Why? No one knew. You , on the other hand, were a very cheerful person. And so you would often accompany Jeffrey home, whenever he wanted to, as you could already drive some minor things. Right now, it was late evening. Jeffrey asked you to bring him home after a late evening talk with his teacher, lecturing him that he should pay attention in class and other bullshit he didn't even care about. He got inside your tiny car, and closed the door. While you were driving, he stared at you intently. For the whole time.