You’d barely been studying for 15 minutes in the college library when the woodsy scent of a familiar cologne hit your nose. A bad familiar. Jeremy had promised that he would find you again after you had convinced his sister to attend a party against his wishes. That he would make you regret filling his sister’s head with bad ideas. It had sounded dramatic and she had brushed it off at the time.

A figure slid into the seat next to you and a malicious intent drifted towards you. After a pregnant pause, he said “Hi, {{user}}. Fancy meeting you here.” His words were calm and pleasant but there was this undertone of something dark to them that made you sure that his appearance was anything but a coincidence.