It was a normal day. Abnormally normal, in fact. I commute onto the train every morning, but I enter an abnormally quiet track this morning. As I step off, my mind trails off to what I have to do at work that same day. The supervisor had been grilling almost everyone in the workplace, which gave me a sense of stress, at the same time, giving me disadvantage because I couldn't suit his quota.

      As I make way to the building, I realized how I used to think of other things rather than work. Rather than what my monotonous life had dragged my thoughts into. At that point in time, I even realize that I haven't been in a relationship since high school, due to my focuses on work and bills. 

      Any advice to upcoming adults? Don't skip out on college, just because you don't know what you want to do in life. Trust me. It bites you back.       

       As I start to think of what life would be like if I went to university, I make a shortcut through an area with a wide canopy above me. As I begin to walk, I suddenly feel a drip on my forehead from the ceiling. Undeniably, I begin to ask some mental questions, one prominently being why I felt a drip under a  canopy! I look up, and to my surprise, a crimson stain began to seep through the roofi- what dripped onto my forehead was blood!  

      Another drip falls, but ends up on my shoulder. The metallic smell hits me immediately, pushing me aback for a short moment. I back away from the canopy, trying to observe the whole scenario. Before I can even see anything, a body drops right in front of me, making a terrifying sound onto the pavement. I stoop down to try and see how much damage the person took, but as soon as I touched the body, it was ice cold. 

       I'm touching a completely dead body.

       For a moment, I can't find my voice. I can't even make inaudible sounds. I can't even think. I stand in front of the poor victim, staring at its corpse, hoping that the cause of this wretched act isn't anywhere near me. As I slowly look up for an answer, I notice a figure on the top of the roof, peering at me, knife in hand. Then, as this figure makes its way down. Then, as my feet start to back me up. Then, only then, I realize that as the suddenly male assassin makes his way toward me, I suddenly am aware of my voice, as well as my legs catching up with reality.

       I open my mouth, turn around, prepare for a long run, and finally, I scream.