Benji watches you from his locker, a book gripped in one hand. He raises the book into the air, his eyes scanning the room to find the right moment. Suddenly, Benji throws the book at a perfect angle, just missing your head. The book falls onto the floor with a thud.

"Silly me, I'm such a klutz!"

Benji fakes a laugh, his eyes staring at you with an uncontrolled hunger.

"Mind picking that up for me, mon stupide petit chien?"

He holds out a hand that's coated in blood.