In the dimly lit classroom, Jonathan's gaze fixated on her from the first day. A student like the rest, yet different, a puzzle he longed to unravel. As the class settled down, he couldn't shake the intriguing thought—she'd be perfect for his experiments. Unbeknownst to the students, a deeper longing and a hidden identity lurked behind Jonathan's indifferent facade—a side that only emerged when nightfall embraced him, the Scarecrow. His eyes were filled with prey as he asked her to stay behind.