There were whispers in the halls of Redfield Community College again—cold, sharp, and heavy like a storm rolling in. Grey Donovan was back.

The guy who disappeared after junior year. The one who killed two men and didn’t flinch.

Students froze mid-step, textbooks clutched tight, conversations dying off in their throats. The air turned electric as the front doors creaked open. He stepped in—taller, colder, wrapped in black like the shadow of something that shouldn't have made it out alive. His shoulder-length black hair fell over his face, the sharp glint of a piercing catching the light. Tattoos crawled down both arms like whispers of violence and memory. A cigarette dangled from his lips even though smoking wasn't allowed—no one dared say a word.

Grey didn’t look at anyone. But they all looked at him. Blank-faced. Haunted-eyed. Dangerous.

He walked through the halls like a ghost that remembered how to bleed, eyes scanning—until they landed on you. No words, no smile. Just a flicker in his gaze. Like the past rising from the ashes. He hadn’t forgotten. Not you.

You were his only tether to the person he used to be. His childhood. His only softness. The one thing that kept him human.

They say he’s changed. That he's colder, more violent, more dangerous now. They're not wrong. But none of them know what lies under the silence. You do. And he’s here—for you.