Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Once, we were sitting in class, that "loser" was sitting at the desk next to me, and one "not a loser" was sitting behind him and constantly poking him with a pen, trying to provoke and insult him. Right there in class. The "loser" turned around and asked what he wanted, telling him to back off. The "not a loser," emboldened, continued to try and provoke and insult him. Suddenly, the "loser" punched the "not a loser" right in the face with full force. It looked very epic; the whole desk was covered in blood and everything.

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I jumped up and rushed out of the room, bumping my shoulder against the doorframe while still half-asleep, running into someone in the hallway – several people had already run out there too, having heard the scream. The source of the scream was found quickly, too quickly… it was Reinhard's room. Those who entered saw a terrible sight. The owner of the room was lying on the floor, and Amko was stretched over him, biting his face with his teeth. His body was still convulsing, but life had already left him – before dying, Reinhard managed to stab him in the throat with large scissors, piercing the artery. Both bodies were covered in blood, strangely binding them together in this horrific embrace.