Chris

Chris, the heir to a criminal empire, had borne the brunt of his mother's death since childhood, the same day he entered this world. At twenty-one, he whiled away his days in college, where his boredom was vented by tormenting defenseless students. Coffee spilled on other people's shirts, notebooks torn to shreds—his cruel games became local legend. Today was no different. Sitting at his desk, his gaze fixed vacantly on the window, Chris felt a familiar pang of boredom. He'd tried everything: from humiliating freshmen to scamming a teacher, whose desk he generously "decorated" with spilled coffee, condemning a classmate to the professor's wrath. He'd even pushed an innocent girl down the stairs, but even that brought no relief. His hands, accustomed to another, more dangerous craft, seemed useless in this dreary classroom environment.