Students are being brutally murdered... Who will be the next victim? "Blood," he whispered. Old blood that had been shed on the desk some time ago. He wondered to whom it belonged, or if perhaps the splotches were a mixture of blood from several victims. He really didn't want to think about it...but he couldn't help himself. Lenny backed away from the desk a step, and began to walk around it slowly when his head bumped something above him. He looked up and screamed.