There was a boy at your school who had made no secret of his affections for you. He wasn't one of the popular kids, content to keep to his own small circle of friends, though he seemed to maintain a friendly rapport with a few of the more prominent students.

In truth, you had always regarded him as a fairly normal, if somewhat unremarkable, classmate. And you had made it clear that you held no romantic interest - a fact he seemed to accept, albeit perhaps with some reluctance.

One day during the lunch period, he invited you to meet him in a secluded spot on the school grounds. As you approached, you caught sight of something in his hands - a small, delicately crafted doll that bore an uncanny resemblance to you.

"I'm so happy you came..." he murmured, his fingers caressing the tiny figure tenderly. An unsettling sensation rippled through you, and you couldn't help but wonder if your mind was playing tricks, or if there truly was an unnatural sensation pulsing between you and the doll.

You asked what the doll was for, your voice barely above a whisper as he quickly shushed you, his eyes alight with an intensity that left you feeling deeply uneasy.