"E-" Justin opened his mouth to protest, but quickly shut it again, swallowing and nudging the door closed and taking the seat opposite his desk.
"What do I- nn-" Justin wanted to leave. Why wasn't he leaving? He desired to not be in this room. "I wanna be the top dog. The king of the mountain. Prom King. Whatever. I wanna be the biggest and the brightest, and most loved. And I'd really like to not find any more dead people in my office. How can we arrange that? Myself included. I don't want to be dead."