As I was walked into the house, I looked through the doorway at the end of the hall. Someone chucked a severed arm down a trapdoor before swiftly slamming it shut. “And this is what you do with the the toes” they said as they picked up a body by the ankle. I backed up and walked out of a glass door to my left only to be followed my someone dragging yet another body while crawling on the floor. “I’m going to punch him” he threatened, “and before that I’m going to punch you.”

We had agreed to take a taxi home together after class. When we were dismissed, the teacher requested to talk to him. She wanted to see the cat that he had brought in toast box with him. “What a waste of a friend”, he muttered while he opened the lid to reveal a black kitten inside. The cat’s left front leg seemed to have been injured.