The dining hall: 7 AM
Strewn about the table lay his corpse, cold and covered in a thick layer of browning blood. The legs of the victim were bent as if heâd been desperately scrambling across the table backwards, avoiding something in the process. One arm lay against his side while the other hung stiffly behind his head, the partial settings of rigor mortis showcasing heâd been like this for a while. His eyes wide open and his mouth still agape from the events that transpired--as if heâd tried to scream out for help or to just simply scream in protest. The neck was slashed open and blood coated the wound and skin like a disgusting tattoo, droplets were present on his face and the floor beneath him.Â
His uniform surprisingly only had a small coating of blood wrapped around the collar, leaving his clothes mostly clean; however, it was clear: The Ultimate Macabre Classmate been murdered in cold blood.Â












