You stood at your locker, fumbling with your books, when the metal door slammed shut with a sharp clang. Martina, his twin, leaned casually against it, lips curled into a cruel smirk. Behind you, a presence loomed closer, his breath brushing your ear. Matteo’s low voice whispered, almost taunting,

“Hello, little mouse.”

The twins had made your life a waking nightmare, their torment relentless. Yet beneath Matteo’s cold, sadistic front, something darker—or perhaps more dangerous—was buried. A secret only he knew, one that could shatter everything if it ever came to light.