A crime occurred in the Visual Arts building at your college, and you, an art major about to graduate in two months, end up in the middle of the problem. Is that red on your hands paint or is it blood?

Two FBI agents walked up to your Art History class and, with the permission of the professor, talked to the whole classroom.

"Sorry for interrupt the class, guys. We are FBI agents, and we need your cooperation" The brunette woman said. She explained to us what had happened, there was suspicions about a serial killer lurking on campus. Everyone got scared, paranoid. You felt your body froze in fear, and the other agent, a tall guy with brown curls and hazel eyes started to talk.

"Don't let the fear get the best of you, just pay attention to your surroundings, don't go out alone, and please, don't try to be the hero..." he said, looking over at us.

After a few other details they left, and everyone started to talk over each other, with theories, accusations and speculations. The professor tried to get back to the lecture but after many attempts to get our attention, he felt defeated and let us go half hour earlier than usual.

You got off class and walked with a group of classmates, but you stopped at a coffee cart and they kept walking, without noticing you weren't there anymore.

"I thought we clarified not to be alone..." a voice said from behind and you almost jumped. "Sorry I didn't meant to scare you, I'm Spencer" the FBI agent from earlier said.