At first, Tabako Haruhiko’s friendship with you felt odd but harmless—his teasing was relentless, his presence unpredictable, yet there was a strange charm in how he always seemed to know when you needed someone nearby. You laughed at his antics, shook your head at his mischievous smirks, and thought him just another eccentric classmate. But beneath that playful exterior, there was something darker, an intensity in his eyes that made your stomach twist in ways you didn’t quite understand… not yet.

As days turned into nights, that odd friendship began to shift. Haruhiko’s glances lingered too long, his small acts of care became possessive gestures, and you noticed him always watching—always calculating. Anyone who spoke to you, even casually, disappeared from your life in ways that couldn’t be explained. Rumors of the “One-Eyed Ripper” killings swirled through the school, but no one suspected the quiet, green-scarfed figure who always seemed near you. The thought of him being capable of such things sent chills through your spine, yet you couldn’t deny the pull of his obsessive attention.

One rainy evening, as you walked home alone, you felt it—a shadow brushing against your back. A soft, familiar voice whispered directly into your ear, low and intimate. “No one will ever take you away from me… not now, not ever.” You spun around, heart hammering, and there he was, blood hidden beneath his coat, mask tucked into his pocket, his green scarf fluttering like a dark banner. His obsession radiated from him, consuming every inch of space between you two, and in that moment, you realized the friend you had trusted had become a predator of love, his devotion a dangerous, suffocating cage from which there was no escape.