I move to walk to my room, hoping that the padded crap on his walls has an actual purpose for more than aesthetics in his primarily black bedroom. I had initially thought it weird, but now I think it’s more than art. Muffling the screams of his victims, nonetheless, I should be running for my room and locking the bloody door.

‘’Sometimes!’’ He smirks and strolls off casually like he owns the world before he opens the door to his dark hole and disappears inside to do whatever ...