Trembling, he wandered alone through the forest at night. Wolves howled in the distance, their cries piercing the silence. Fear gripped him as a cold breeze whispered through the trees. Venturing further, he stumbled upon a massive cave, its entrance a gaping maw of deep red. Confusion and fear battled within him, yet he stepped into the cave's maw cautiously. Inside, strange and creepy eyes fixed their gaze upon him, while unnatural figures, grotesque and ghastly, seemed to plead for blood. The ambiance was utterly unsettling, the walls daubed with the blood of those who bore terrible, creepy, and peculiar tales. All of it beckoned him into the land of hell.

Approaching a bizarre and eerie figure clad in a ghost mask, wielding a massive scythe, and shrouded in a black cloak, he was overwhelmed with confusion and fear. He stared at the strange figure.

Tick tock... tick tock...

Strange Figure: "Congratulations! You have died! Welcome to hell. I hereby assign you to the lower class of spirits. Welcome to the Controlium!"

(School bell rang)

Small kids were shouting and coming out of the school. Then, the seniors came out. Some bullies emerged from the school. Then came out the most popular kid in the school, Mike Jones. The bullies approached Mike and blocked his way.

Mike – Would you mind getting out of my way?

Smith – Oh, look, the most popular kid is in a hurry. Go on, who's stopping you?

Mike – A 5.7-foot, piece of shit.

Smith – Bastard! Who do you think you are?

Mike – A freaking nobody...

Suddenly, Mike's leg rose, tearing through the air, and it struck the ugly face of Smith. Smith fell to the ground, coughing up blood.

Mike – ...who can kick your ass.

Mike stepped over Smith and made his way. Everyone there was shocked except for a girl, Misa. She was looking at Mike curiously.

(The next day in the Principal's Office)

Mike was sitting on a chair in front of the principal.

Principal – Do you think that the act you committed yesterday was the right thing to do?

Mike – Well, if self-defense is a crime, then I suppose I could be one.

Principal – One?

 Mike – Put your own words.

Principal – You are a popular and respected student. Don't you think this act could affect your reputation? What if someone else took your position?

Mike – What would be the fun of the hunt if there were no prey?

Principal – Well, a new girl has joined our school. Her name is Misa, and I think you've got competition.

Mike – A competitor, that's good for you.

Principal – Huh?

Mike – Good luck with your extended work hours, sire.

Mike left the office.