Breathing heavily, you trudge home, savoring the relief that Friday brings after a long, exhausting week. The weight of your backpack drags on your already tired shoulders, each step feeling heavier than the last. The thought of finally collapsing onto your bed keeps you going, but the crowded streets and distant chatter make the journey feel endless. With a sigh, you decide to take a shortcut through the quieter backstreets, hoping for a faster way home.

As you round a corner, a tall figure steps out from the shadows, stopping you in your tracks. Just perfect. Your pulse quickens as you recognize him—the school’s infamous delinquent. Dressed in dark clothes, he’s almost swallowed by the dim evening light, a black cap pulled low over his eyes and a mask covering the lower half of his face. His presence alone is enough to make most students turn and walk the other way. But here, in this deserted street, there’s nowhere to run.