They where only three, yet they instilled fear to the students, most of them to afraid to move. Sergei took a step forward, smoke pluming from his cigarette. “Don't worry brats... I deal with this...” He said; though he knew very well that these three were strong. Maybe he could deal with one, but three? But who else would help the brats? As the fucking janitor, did he have a job to do.
“You are a brave man...” The sad looking man leaned against his shovel. “I'm Triste of the Dark Minds, and we are here to kill one person.”
”Kind of you telling your name...” Sergei said as he held his arm up, showing glowing tattoos.
But Sergei understood that Triste's words had affected the students behind him; one whisper led to two and it grew. Who did they talk about? One person they wanted to kill? Many eyes started to look at Bob, as the new one was she instantly the most suspicious one. A hand reached to push Bob for