An elderly white man in a crisp suit walks into my room and says “don’t worry, a few more years and you’ll have paid off those student loans.” I smile nervously, trying to hide my discomfort as he approaches me. Suddenly, his eyes turn black and his mouth opens unnaturally wide, revealing rows of razor sharp teeth. I try to move, but find myself paralyzed. The next thing I know, I’m lying on the ground, my arm swollen and throbbing. As I lift it up to inspect the damage, I realize in horror that blood is gushing out of it and into a bucket beside me, as if my own flesh and blood are being drained from my body.