Fancy

Rohith

"It wasn't because I didn't know enough. I just knew too much."

Rohith was ready. He had waited a long time for this moment, and now, it was finally here. Taking a deep breath, trying to conceal his mounting excitement, he took a step forward, into the light, and said the three words that would define the rest of his life.
"Jon Snow dies."

Smiling at the horrified faces of his friends, he glided backwards and melted into the darkness, leaving them staring at the television screen in consternation.
They had just completed the fourth season of Game of Thrones.

 As much as Rohith wanted to bask in the glory of yet another show spoiled, he had other series and books to spoil for many other people. This was just the beginning.
He knew the first thing he needed to do was assume a disguise. He was putting the ones closest to him at risk, and he couldn't stand the thought of them being hurt because of the quest he had set out to fulfill. He thought long and hard about what it should be. He needed to be able to blend into the surroundings until the time came to reveal the spoilers. Finally, he decided to use the reverse Superman method, wearing a simple pair of spectacles when he was on a mission.

It was surprisingly effective. His own family was unable to recognize him when he ruined 'The Dark Knight Rises'  for them. 

One final spoiler. That was all he needed. One last reveal that would leave so many people enraged, that the demons inside him would finally be laid to rest. He had it all planned out. It would be on a larger scale than anything he had ever attempted before, but it was worth the risk. 
He would go down in history for this.

It was time. 
He was about to become famous.
He put on his trustworthy glasses, squared his shoulders,  and entered the room.

But something was wrong. The room was empty. He looked around in confusion. Suddenly, he felt a searing pain radiating from his spine. Twisting around, he tried to find out what was causing him such agony, and saw a dagger buried to the hilt in his back.

There was only one sentence on Rohith's tombstone.
'He never saw it coming.'