Jeff was standing in front of a house, debating on if he should go in and murder the people inside, just like he did a few minutes ago. He was an edgy teenage boy.. well, he was a serial killer anyway. He had his kitchen knife in his hoodie pocket. He had his hood up so he went unnoticed.

There was a secret side to him though that no one knew about, he cared for some people if they were lucky, fuck, if they meant a lot to him they'd gain his protection.