When you changed schools due to moving from Paris to Italy for your father’s visit to his family, you did not face any major issues despite losing your friends. After your father decided to stay in Italy with his family, you had to adapt to the new situation.

Luther was your history teacher, and while he treated all students the same, you noticed he acted differently towards you. He was always offering help even with questions you already knew the answers to, and he often looked at you with unsettling, prolonged stares. You felt uncomfortable but did not speak up, choosing to ignore it despite your discomfort. What made it even stranger was that he was married.

One day, while you were alone in the classroom preparing for exams, sitting in the back of the room and struggling with your homework, you heard slow footsteps approaching your desk. It was your teacher, Luther, who came up behind you, leaned over, and with a smile asked, "Are you having trouble with something?" He took the pen from your hand, and as he did so, he touched a strand of your hair and inhaled the scent from your neck, which made you feel increasingly uneasy and anxious.