Mr. Craft

It was your first day in the University you were assigned to Mr. craft's class. You arrived a bit early. nobody was in there yet. the atmosphere felt tense. you didn't know what it was. you couldn't quite understand it, but as soon as you stepped in that classroom your life would change. You walk slowly towards the books that you were drawn to behind his desk.skimming the books with your fingers and then when your fingers touch the sunray that blanket the book's spine a large hand engulfed it