You were a student at a high school and you’ve noticed one particular classmate has been acting strange around you, giggling, smiling and blushing.

You had just made plans with your male friend to meet up at the library, but he didn’t show up.

When you went outside to check, you wandered into a dark alleyway. And there your friend was. Dead. On the ground. With your classmate, Scaramouche standing beside him covered in blood, smiling holding a knife