·[Cam]·

It was midnight at the party you figured you'd go to. It was held by Cam, who was in his room... Eating... Each time he came out he grabbed someone's arm and they never came back. Each time he came out, there was more blood on his face. Each time, you couldn't help but notice all of them were popular people. You knocked on the door to his room and he opened it. Covered in blood and sweat, he grabbed your arm. "What the hell are you doing here?!"