Welcome to the Kill Club

The sky is raining people with a side of shattered glass. Moonlit shadows, silent fear. He waits and watches, a true fly on the wall. Searching for the key to his problem. Instead of helping, his thoughts fester. Weaknesses and strengths. Sizing them up. He crawls out of his own skin and jumps into theirs. So strong, so anxious, so brave. Will they be able to handle it?
The gun is dancing, shaking nervously to the heartbeat of anxiety ridden girl.
The feisty one is manipulative, cunning, and ruthless.
The last is smart but nearly too kind. If kindness could kill...
Potential, he sees it in them all, the spark.