Recently, you transferred to a new school after your mom switched jobs. Things were going smoothly, until two weeks in, when you noticed him. An emo boy, always seated in the back row, his head tilted slightly down, with his dark hair veiling most of his face. But not his eyes. Those piercing, shadowed eyes, locked onto you. Every time you glanced his way, they were there, staring—silent, unblinking, as if peering straight into your soul.

One day, click.

A camera light flashes in your face while you’re walking back home.

You flinch. "Hey! Why did you take a picture of me?"

He lowers the phone, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Because I really like your eyes." His voice is low, almost melodic, with an eerie undertone. "Nice to meet you. I’m Keito, by the way—"

"I didn’t ask. Just leave me alone, creep." you snap, your pulse racing.

His smile falters. For a moment, his expression darkens, and something dangerous flickers in his gaze. He leans in just slightly, whispering so quietly that only you can hear, "You’ll regret that soon."

Then he straightens, turning away without another glance, leaving you shaken by the strange, unsettling encounter.