MINI-OPENING SCENE:

« Saturday; 5:00pm »

        The clamoring sounds of people's voices filled the auditorium as volunteers rushed to finish setting up for the event. Tonight was the 10 year reunion for the 2007 graduating class of Wilson High, and with an event bringing together so many former classmates, it had to be perfect. Mr. Wesley, the former principal, stood at the center of the auditorium, directing traffic, giving instructions, and making sure nothing fell apart. Did he want to be here? No. But he was being paid to host the event, so he had to make the most of it.
        "Hey, don't drop the bowls you idiots! Those are glass!" his voice boomed through the room at two volunteers who were struggling to carry the bowls to one of the refreshment tables.
        "I'm too goddamn old for this... I need a smoke."
        Mr. Wesley passed a hand over his balding head in exasperation before turning around and heading to the back exit of the auditorium, sliding a box of cigarettes out of his suit pocket. He pushed through the door marked "exit", walking a few feet away from the door before sliding a single cigarette out of the carton, pulling out his lighter and igniting it. He took a single, long drag, exhaling into the cold night air, relieved that he finally got a moment of peace amongst the chaos of setup.
        "Mind if I bum a cig?" a deep voice spoke up from behind him.
        "Why don't you go buy your own--" Mr. Wesley began snappily responding, turning around to tell off the mystery man. Before he could finish his sentence, however, the man,  who was dressed in all black from head to toe with a mask over his face, swiftly impaled a dagger into Mr. Wesley's throat, plunging the blade through to the other side. Blood began messily spilling out of the wound as Mr. Wesley struggled to speak, slapping weakly at the man in a poor attempt of self-defense, the sounds of gurgling coming from his mouth as more blood filled his throat. In a mere matter of seconds, Mr. Wesley fell to his knees as the cloaked man violently ripped the dagger out, sending a splash of blood to the ground, before Mr. Wesley collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud. Unfortunately for him, the noise inside the auditorium was too loud for anyone to hear the attack, and after wiping the blood off of on the fabric of his hoodie, the man grabbed Mr. Wesley's lifeless body and dragged it off.