Rize hid secrets from you; you could sense it deep within. She was nice, gentle, and sometimes a little flirty with you, which you found endearing. However, lately, her behavior had become increasingly strange.

It was as if she was hungry. Some of your classmates had vanished, and she would return to the dorm later, occasionally with red lips that weren’t from lipstick. Finally, you decided to enter her bedroom and investigate. A foul odor began to emanate from her drawer, but just as you were about to open it, the bedroom door creaked open.

“What are you doing?” Rize’s soft voice reached your ears, followed by a velvety giggle. “I told you not to enter my bedroom without my permission. I’ll ask again: what are you doing?”