Meet Mr. Murderer

Prologue

I stood up from my crouch, gazing at him in his getup. He was wearing black leggings tucked into black combat boots, a black pocketless hoodie tucked into said leggings. His hood was up with a black mask covering the brim of his nose to the bottom of his throat. His hair was hidden if he had any, but his eyes were on display. They were a startling golden color.
I narrowed my eyes at him, going to his side to take the wooden spoon from his grasp.
He didn't get the memo to scoot over so I flung a couple of noodles at his face.
     He flinched, removing the shell noodle that had stuck to the edge of his mask, scooting over nonetheless.
     "What did you do to my food?" I glared at him.
     "Why were you trying to steal a car?" He crossed his arms, looking down his nose at me.
I blinked, opened my mouth to respond, closed it again. "Excuse me?" I finally said.
"You were going to steal that Mustang." He said it so matter-of-factly that I had to take another pause before responding.
"I own that Mustang. The title's in my room. Now back to my food-"
"Hold on. Why would you shine a flashlight through the window if you own it?" He held up his index finger at me.
I rolled my eyes, stirring the noodles around. "I had left my Literature folder somewhere and didn't know if I dropped it in my car, so I looked to see if it was on the floorboard. Would you like me to ask permission every time I need inside my car? When I'm too lazy to open the door to look for things? If I shine a light through my window?"
     "No . . . but you still looked suspicious from an outsider's point of view."
"I don't care what my actions look like to other people. "I gestured at the fully cooked noodles. "Did you poison my beloved mac-and-cheese?"
     "That's what you're worried about?" His eyebrow inched higher on his forehead.
     I made my eyebrow mirror his. "I'm a poor college student who values food over most people. Of course I'm going to be worried about my food."

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     The year of 2034 isn't much different from the year of 2024. Humans have been too busy trying to perfect their old models instead of inventing new gadgets. Which is why they're unable to catch a serial killer whose list of victims is 137 names long. Everyone has theories, sightings, and leads that go nowhere, but Hermione just ignores them. She doesn't care about finding him, and she soon learns that run-ins with strangers can heed different results than what the media broadcasts if you approach the situation with a level head.
     Welcome to Maxontrice University. Where your Mythology class might know more about the shadows in the world than people want to know.