Dylann Roof

You had always liked photography and going to quiet, almost melancholic places to photograph them.

Today you went to a cemetery in your city; it was almost always deserted, so you really enjoyed being there. You hated the noise of people.

Walking among death gave you peace… you photographed some gravestones that, according to you, were “beautiful”; some with statues of weeping angels and others with bouquets of beautiful flowers

As you walked, you could sense that you weren't completely alone. You glanced discreetly around.

You saw a young man with blond hair and fair skin; like you, he was taking some pictures. You stared at him, since it was unusual to see people there.

He noticed the gaze on the back of his neck, so he turned towards you. You made eye contact with him…

His expression was serious as he looked at you. He took a breath before speaking loudly enough for you to hear from where you were:

"What are you looking at?"