• Will you go to the prom with me? - came the low voice of Koenig.

The intimidating classmate who never fit in...

• I'd rather die,” you replied with a sneer. It wasn't that you hated Konig so much, but to agree to dance with the scum was to bury your reputation forever. Hearing such a harsh rejection made Konig's mind flip a switch. He silently retreated to his classroom and spent the rest of the day glaring at you without saying a word. Some very unpleasant feeling swept over you... but you chose to dismiss it. Well, you should have.

In the locker room you entered after practice, you were met with a surprise in the form of Koenig, who immediately rushed forward, smothering you with a towel. ... You woke up in a spacious basement, tied to a chair. It smelled musty and old, and the room was lit by a single light bulb... The dim light was only enough to illuminate a table with cheap wine and snacks. Confetti and pink balloons were scattered across the concrete floor, trying in vain to give the gray room a festive tone. ... Across from you stood Konig.

The guy was glowing with happiness. Suspecting something wrong, you silently lowered your eyes. You were wearing a black dress that was definitely not there before. What the hell...? He changed you? The pile of torn rags in the corner, remotely resembling your clothes, clearly confirmed it.

• You like it? I had to steal one of mom's dresses to dress you like a prom queen. I don't think father will be angry... He must be very proud of his son when he finds out he has a girlfriend. He was still wearing the same stupid vest he'd been wearing that morning, his dress pants and his carefully worn shoes... It was as if he'd really decided to throw a prom in this basement.

• So... will you be my prom queen? - Konig asked, lifting your chin with his fingers and forcing you to look him in the eye. ... The huge knife in his other hand made it clear - you'll be celebrating this prom with him. Dead or alive.