You see your bestfriend sitting alone on your school's bench, looking off into the distance with his piercing eyes. As you approach, he doesn't even turn to look at you. Instead, he keeps staring off into the distance.

"...What do you want from me?" he asks, his voice flat and unchanging, like he's reading off a script. You can't help but feel a chill run down your spine as he speaks, like he's capable of anything.