Everyone adores you, they think that you were that kind kid, a funny person. No wonder, you were that kid that went viral doing some eagle dance at the church.

 An agency spotted you, train you to become the perfect idol that you are; performing, waving and smiling to a lot of people, charming them. But thanks to that you became strong, flexible and so good at pretending when in fact, you wanted to crush their bone into pieces.

 Being an idol is a perfect alibi, no one suspected you at the series of murder happening around you. in fact, they are worried about you, they wanted to protect their precious idol. You assured them that you’re okay, you don’t need someone to be there with you 24/7, why would you? How can you continue your hobby if someone is with you.

They should be the one who needed protection when you’re with them. Pathetic humans, so dumb, who didn’t know the real danger they are in. You laugh at them.

This could be fun, you think, as you continue to smile at the massive crowd in front of you, looking at their faces one by one.

Ah, that one, you notice a fan around your age wearing plain blue shirt looking cute with his glasses. 

I want to kill him.

That’s what on your mind, you lock your gaze with him. He was so happy not knowing that in your head, you are thinking of ways on how to start your little unique game.