The first time you saw him, you thought he was just another student.

He sat on the rooftop ledge, one leg dangling over the side, the other bent as he rested an arm on his knee. The wind tousled his dark hair, his gaze fixed on something in the distance. If you hadn’t known any better, you wouldn’t have thought twice about him.

Then he spoke.

“You can see me, can’t you?”

His voice was calm, almost amused. Like he already knew the answer.

“They say I jumped from here.” A pause. “But I didn’t.”

“I was murdered.”

And just like that, he had your full attention.