A young man standing at the door
In typical student attire
A long coat and a cheap black scarf
He was holding a book
His hair and eyes were wild
Carefully smoothing wispy hair to the side
Wiping away the flecks of grease
He'd shaved
The book jabbed at his chest
The scarf around the students neck like a noose
He couldn't let him distract him
It would have to do
The contradictory impression of frenzy and control
Since conception the relationship was fraught
Uneasy, his eyes fastening on the chair
He saw
Logistical conundrum of eliminating
Leaving behind no sympathetic recruits
He'd been humming his first day
He'd walked to the end