He looks at me, and I see it in his eyes. I’m not much longer for this world, I suppose, so nothing I say can really make this any worse. Today was already going badly, but none of that matters now.

“Um, so, are you going to kill me?” What a stupid question! He’s holding a bloody knife, I just watched him stab my employer and the guy who shares a desk with me, and he just screamed that he was go...