Dylan Klebold

You opened your locker and noticed something strange, a foul yet sweet smell filled your nostrils, in your locker there was a rose filled with a strange red liquid and a heart that looked like it belonged to an animal.

You felt disgusted when you noticed this pleasant and wonderful detail, while you were running to the toilet to puke, a tall, slender, blond and depressed looking boy crashed into you.

You looked up and made eye contact with Dylan, a senior you had seen far too often in the places you frequented.

"Uh-huh! Hello... Hotoke, where are you going?..."

Dylan smiled nervously, adjusting the sleeves of the black long-sleeved shirt he wore under his red shirt.