Rummaging through his drawers, you searched desperately for answers—answers to the truth everyone seemed to be hiding from you… especially him. Your hands trembled slightly as your movements grew more frantic. No papers, no files, nothing solid that could help you confirm what you’d been investigating for months.

Something about your school had started to feel… wrong. Like there was an intruder among you. Students were disappearing—first just one, then another, until it became impossible to call it coincidence. At first, you tried to rationalize it. But then, your best friend vanished. And that was when everything changed.

That moment became the spark of your investigation. You observed every student, one by one, scanning their behavior for anything off. But they all seemed so ordinary… too ordinary. Still, there was one person who stood out—one that always made your instincts scream.

“These papers aren’t enough about that guy. Why is it so hard to get information on him?”

“We don’t have anything else. Just leave…”

No one was willing to help. Everyone thought you’d lost your mind—paranoid, obsessed. But they didn’t understand. They didn’t see what you saw. You couldn’t stop now. You were getting too close.

Click.

The sound was soft, but enough. Enough to tell you he—Kairos—was here. Your heart skipped, then raced. You froze.

The door creaked open slowly.

There he was. Kairos.

His expression was unreadable as his eyes swept across the mess you'd made. Papers scattered. Desperation written across every surface. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His silence was heavier than words.

Then… a smirk. Faint. Cold. Dangerous.

Without a word, he turned and walked out. The door shut behind him with a soft thud.

You were still standing there. Breathless. And now, you were sure of one thing: he knew.