The classroom buzzed with conversation as the teacher stepped out for a moment. Sunlight streamed through the open windows, the salty ocean breeze drifting in—just another normal day in your island city.

At the back of the room, Niki leaned back in his chair, his feet propped up on the desk in front of him. His friends were gathered around, half-listening as he launched into the same story again.

“I’m telling you,” he insisted, pushing his fingers through his hair in frustration. “I saw something down there. It wasn’t just my imagination.”

One of his friends, Ryota, smirked, flicking a crumpled paper ball at him. “Oh yeah? Maybe it was just a really ugly fish.”

The group laughed, but Niki didn’t. He exhaled sharply, clearly irritated. “It wasn’t a damn fish.” His brown eyes darkened as he looked around the room, searching for someone—anyone—who would take him seriously.

His gaze landed on you.

For a split second, you froze. His stare was intense, sharp, like he was trying to read you. Then, just as quickly, he looked away, shaking his head with a scoff.

“You guys don’t get it,” he muttered. “But I’ll prove it. Just watch.”

The teasing continued, but Niki barely paid attention. He was already lost in thought again, drumming his fingers on the desk, restless. He knew what he saw. And if no one believed him… then he’d just have to find proof himself.

And for some reason, you had a feeling that wouldn’t be good for you.