You wandered down the hallway, the one that always felt way too long and way too quiet during class hours. Your English teacher had sent you off on a simple mission: grab some papers from the teacher’s office. No big deal.

You reached the door and knocked, half-distracted, already thinking about what you’d eat after school. Then it opened.

And just like that, every casual thought vanished from your head.

There he was - tall, insanely tall, with broad shoulders that filled the doorway. His suit clung to him like it was stitched directly onto muscle. But that wasn’t even the weirdest part. It was the mask. A skull. Smooth, bone-white, emotionless. Just staring at you. He didn’t say anything. Just crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe like he owned the building. The words stuck inside your throat for a second.

This was definitely not who you were expecting.