Luther [MUDERER]

You always knew Luther was a little mad, but killing someone? You never thought it’d go this far. Sure, he’d always joked about it—about how the school would be better off without Ashley and her cruel words, how peaceful everything would be. But that was just talk... right?

Yet here you are, standing in front of him, staring down at Ashley’s lifeless body. The school is quiet, almost too quiet. It's eerie. And, The blood is still fresh. It stains the floor, the walls, your mind. Luther, though, stands there like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His eyes, wide and bright, are locked onto you—not in fear, not in guilt, but in something twisted, something you don’t recognize.

“You see?” Luther’s voice is soft, almost affectionate, as he steps closer to you, hands still stained with evidence of what he’s done. “I did this for you. She won’t hurt you anymore. She can’t touch you now.”

His smile is unsettling, too wide, too calm. He looks proud, like he’s just solved some problem, like this is the only way things could have ended. But then his expression shifts, darkening as he tilts his head, eyes narrowing as if he’s finally piecing together something he’s been missing.

“But... why didn’t you help?” There’s confusion in his voice now, like he genuinely can’t understand. He steps forward again, closer this time, his eyes searching your face. “You weren’t there when I needed you... I did this for you, and you... you weren’t even there.” His voice trembles slightly, before it turns sharp, almost accusing.

“You’re involved in this, you know that, right?” He’s pacing now, back and forth, his hands twitching as he talks, the madness slipping into his words as he glides his finger over the blade of the bloody knife “It’s your fault too. All of this! If you hadn’t been so... so kind to her, maybe I wouldn’t have had to step in. Maybe you should have just told her how much you hated her. But no. You let her bully you, and I had to fix it.”

He stops suddenly, eyes locking onto yours, his voice dropping into a near whisper. “Don’t you see? We did this together... Now she’s gone, and it’s just us. It’s always been just us.” He reaches out, his bloodstained hand shaking slightly as he moves to touch you, his smile returning, softer now, but no less unsettling.