Presley Carnovan slouched. It didn't matter. Nothing really mattered. A few years ago, he'd thought the world was upside down; living mummies, ancient evil sorcerer, Egyptian gods (yeah, their existence had given him an existential crisis) but overall, he found that everything he'd always wanted in life was simple. Simple, but impossible to achieve. Besides the constant nightmares from his past life (existential crisis number 2) of his death, Presley had learned that the overall truth of his life was simple; life was not fair.
Of course, it didn't help that his nemesis had, once more, found him and taken control of the whole city. Mr. "Kharab" (yes, the man needed serious help in the imagination department) had taken a shaken city and brought it together under his 'benevolent' rule. Mysteriously, there were occasional disappearances, all coupled with improbable mystical signs, but it all amounted to little more than smoke.
Currently, though, things weren't too bad. Presley was sitting behind Chloe Bourgeois, a really pretty girl who happened to be completely unapproachable. She and her best friend were sitting quietly, mourning their loss. It was a bad time to want to ask one of them out. The ceremony, overall, was quite pointless- people died. That was the natural order, and Presley knew that better than anyone.
"Mind if I sit here?"
Presley grudgingly allowed Nino to sit next to him. The kid was just saddened over the loss of his best friend.
"I wish he were here," Nino shook his head sadly.
"Why?" Presley asked, rolling his eyes, "This whole thing is a massive waste of my time!"
A couple of the students shot him dirty looks.
"What?!" He hissed. Parisians. He thought divisively, were very whiny. Just as the old man giving the speech was beginning to get to the interesting part (the end) he stopped.
"Oh! Come on!" Presley hissed, before following the man's eyes. He stopped as he found a single individual sitting all alone on the upper level. He didn't move, or speak, but in his hand was a knife.
Presley smiled, "Finally! Now we're getting somewhere!"
The knife flew.