The next day, Smixton College, the place where I'd spent a year and half of my life soaking up knowledge, over one hundred students were murdered. Violent, horrific deaths, and all of them happened in the same dorm where I used to live with Moon, Jezebel, and Franco.

Naturally, the news painted me as the prime suspect, but witness accounts said otherwise. According to them, multiple people did the slaughtering. People with glowing green eyes.

One girl, in a drunken ...