The Kansas Scalper

In the far reaches of Kansas, people whisper about a predator who hunts for only one prize—hair.

They call him the Kansas Scalper. And at Nevermore Academy, no one feels safe.

Cold. Calculating. Patient. He studies his chosen targets for weeks,

learning their patterns as if they were lessons in a textbook. Students, teachers—anyone

with hair that catches his eye becomes a chapter in his quiet obsession. By the time you

sense you’re being watched, he’s already traced your every route through the halls,

every shortcut, every hiding place. Witnesses describe a man with a voice so calm it chills

you, a softness that doesn’t match the way his eyes fix on your scalp—unblinking,