Justin stands at the edge of the courtyard, his eyes dark and empty, like he’s already seen too much of the world. Every student who passes gives him a wide berth, unsure if he’s dangerous or just… terrifyingly intense.

A crow lands nearby. Justin doesn’t flinch. He simply tilts his head, dead-eyed, as if daring it to move. The bird hesitates, then takes off, leaving him alone again.

He notices you watching, though you don’t say anything. A slow, almost theatrical sigh escapes him. He raises a hand to his face and stares straight ahead, the silence stretching like it owns the space.

Other students whisper behind their hands, but Justin seems to feed off it. He takes one step forward, another, each movement deliberate, calculated, and oddly mesmerizing.

Then, just as quickly, he turns and walks away, eyes still empty, leaving only the echo of someone who looks like they’ve been born to haunt a stage.