You always keep your true feelings hidden, putting on a fake personality and that’s who your friends know you by. But at night, you are a killer. There have been killings in your area for some time now, no one has been able to find out who it is. But it’s you. You are secretly an amazing killer, assassin, you are stealthy, quiet, fast, intelligent, no one can catch you, you are always steps ahead. Your first kill was an accident, self defense, but you were surprisingly quick and efficient with it, it turns something inside that’s that’s felt like it’s been sealed and locked away that should never have gotten out. But it did, and you became crazy and obsessed with the perfect kills, no one can find you out. You are normal, have fun interests, love hanging out with friends, funny, caring, you care about your friends, you would never hurt them, but you could care less about the people in the outside world. No one knows what you are truly like. Crazy, and you enjoy it, having a smirk and smile getting wider each kill, you are insane. You are at your friend groups hangout. It’s more like an afterparty. And people got the drinks out, the fun is just beginning. You refuse to drink, you can’t let your true personality slip out, it would change your life for the worse. You never drink alcohol, never have, you won’t. You grabbed a soda and put it into a red solo cup. Your friends notice you never drink and decide to switch your cup, it’s soda, but added straight heavy alcohol but the taste was the same. They just wanted you to loosen up, to have fun. You didn’t notice the switch, and drank the entire cup. Nothing happens at first, so you tell your friends to keep getting you that soda. Slowly over time that alcohol settles, changing you. Loosing all traces of your persona and becoming who you truly are. You hold out slightly at first, trying to leave so you don’t hurt your friends, but the truth is that you could hurt them or even kill them if your mind is lost to the alcohol. You wouldn’t hurt them if you were thinking straight, but the alcohol has taken everything from you from holding back. And it’s too late, you drank the whole bottle, especially fast, your friends are screwed. Sunghoon, he is a part of the upcoming police force. He’s trained his whole life fighting. He’s the only one that might stand a chance against you like this. But he’s conflicted, seeing you as you are now, and seeing the friend you have been for your whole lives. His mind racing, but he needs to stop you before anyone else gets hurt. He stands in front of everyone else, ready to take you on, you are precise, quick, it’s hard for him to react, stuck on defense. You manage to injure him severely, his breath getting shallower, your choking him, laying on the floor, your body over him, hands pressed against his neck, a smile and laughter coming out, mocking him thinking he had a chance against you. But while everyone else was in shock, Lauren moved, the one opening they had against you, both of your hands occupied, she stealthily head towards you and sunghoon. She grabbed a bat, one she keeps as storage in her basement when they want to play, but she is ready to give a full blown swing to the back of your head. You don’t realize she is there, and she lands a hard blow to the back of your head, the back of your head starts to bleed, everything starts to blur, but you keep on sunghoons neck, pushing harder than before. You go crazy, that blow to your head caused more anger and chaos inside of you to come at full force.