Twas feeding time. We locked eyes across a crowded room. I sensed fresh meat. I could smell fear. But he would not give in easily. Tension. Silence. The cavern screeched to a halt to watch our stare. Then, in a flash, we lunged! Food flying, blood spilling, women folk screeeching. He was surrounded by his brothers, but it was too late. They could only mourn the loss of their flesh and blood.

No info, no sightings, no kills, nothing. With slaughter of the innocents looming near, something drastic had to be done. Something…. lethal. My accomplice and I stalked his floor, dodging resident and RA alike, all apathetic to our loitering presence. We drew close to his lair, a light burned from within to signal his presence. Alas, he was protected by the conventions of invitation. So I waited. And waited. And got a drink of water. And waited. My accomplice standing guard, we saw the light go out, the door shut. I had lost my chance. Or had I… my oblivious prey left his room and walked right toward us, equally unconcerned about the presence of awkwardly placed strangers – “Hey… Kurt? I know you! You’re Kurt! I’m… I’m terribly sorry….” swift spoon to the gut, ”...you’re dead”