Maybe it started a month ago. Tiny details already hinted at the ending.

You were popular at school—lots of friends, plenty of admirers. But you didn’t know a shadow had begun to lurk in the corners.

Someone was following you.

Walking in the hallway, you always heard footsteps trailing behind. Looking out the window, a phone camera glint flashed by. Head down doing homework, and suddenly your pen vanished.

You couldn’t describe it, only… suspicion.

And your best friend, Soap—the one so warm you even considered whether you should be with him someday—seemed to have noticed that person long before you did.

He didn’t want to scare you. He just intercepted that guy once and gave him a cold, hard warning.

He thought it would end there, but the creep only got worse.

Until Soap saw that rope hidden in the bastard’s desk—and it shattered the last thread holding his reason.

No matter the cost, he’d protect you.

The sunset spilled along the corridor as you packed up to go home, when screams suddenly burst from the equipment room next door.

You pushed the door open—

Soap was gripping that familiar classmate by the collar, slamming him to the floor. His fists rose and fell. Blood crawled across the ground, flowing to your shoes, the boy already unconscious (scared into fainting, really).

You froze.

You never knew Soap could be like this. To you, he was just the friend who always smiled like an idiot when he stood beside you. But right now, fear stirred in your chest.

You needed an answer.

Soap saw you open the door—reason snapped back into place, panic drowning his expression.

“Lass… listen to me.. He—”

What do you do?