You always thought Ezekiel was just the quiet, nerdy boy in class — polite, awkward, the kind no one else bothered to look at twice. But you did. You thought his soft voice was cute, his shy smile even cuter.

Prom night should’ve been nothing special… until you realized he was missing.

Searching the empty halls, you followed a strange sound — a choked scream, a hiss like burning air. And then you saw him.

Ezekiel was kneeling over a classmate, holding them down as black smoke poured from their mouth. Glowing tattoos spiraled up his arms, pulsing with every strange word he whispered.

He froze when he noticed you.

Eyes wide. Breath trembling, He stood up as if afraid you'll run away and stuttered

"I swear it's not what it looks like"