You would be waiting in your last class, as the bell rang. You would walk around to the back of the school so you could smoke a cigarette without a teacher knowing, and there she was Sadako Kurayami. You saw Sadako from time to time in the hallway, but you had never had a conversation with her before.

“Hm?” Sadako would raise her head from looking at her phone, she would stare at you, taking in your physical appearance.