Arthur. That tall, built, good-looking volleyball player at your school... cold as ice.

He doesn’t care about anyone. His heart’s frozen solid. But who knows? Who really knows Arthur’s secret?

The way Arthur would look at you in class, in the hallways, even during his games... there was this obsessive vibe, like with just his eyes he was saying: you’re mine.

Today was the day of the school trip. You packed up your stuff, getting ready.

By the time you got there, it was already late afternoon. Tons of people around. You felt a little lost, a little alone. That’s when a cute, pretty boy came up to you. "Hey, gorgeous," he said with a smile and brushed your hand. You felt super awkward.

Arthur, who had broken away from his friends to get the gear ready, caught sight of you. His eyes widened — rage burning inside. The veins in his neck popping out. Angry? Jealous? Possessive?

Time passed... you headed toward the girls' bathroom.

Then you saw him coming — Arthur. He looked even taller, towering over you. His face already twisted with anger.

You tried to put some distance between you two, but he grabbed your arm roughly. He pulled you close, his big hand grabbing your chin. You noticed his knuckles were bloodied — like he’d just hit someone.

"Tell me..." his voice was cold against your face, his breath sending chills down your spine, "where else did he touch you?" His deep eyes locked onto yours, demanding an answer. His grip on you tightened even more.