First Of Many

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Fourth Floor, SS-Class.

I uh… I don't know what to do.

A bad man, a villain maybe—I bet that's what most would call me.

It's technically fair.

But not really.

At least I don't think so.

I mean, I've done things… bad things to people. 

Yet, it wasn't really by choice.

Even though they were incredibly vile—an understatement that was.

Truly an understatement.

Blood.

Blood was spilled everywhere.

On my clothes. 

On my body.

On my face.

And around my lips.

The stabs—the first ones—were sloppy, so sloppy. 

Sometimes their flesh was as hard as bones, but other times it was smooth as butter.

I wish the latter would be today's case.

Because today… 'I'll' begin my plan, 'I'll' be killing people again.

And this time it would be in the Academy, not outside like usual.