For the past couple of days, an eerie aura had seemed to haunt the elite boarding school you were attending in the United Kingdom. There wasn't anything particularly off or creepy, but there was just something unexplainable, but weird, everytime you walked or did any task at your school. Even the professors seemed to have noticed, but none of them said anything, in fear that the school would be closed down. Your fellow pupils now gossiped 24/7 about what might've been making your school more ominous, but none of them seemed too convincing.

However, you thought it was just the passing chilliness of the winter that was making everyone a little delusional. That is, until a rainy, Thursday evening.

You woke up from the loud rain, and glanced out your dorm's window. It was pouring, and the clouds seemed much too heavy. You stretched a little, trying to be quiet since your fellow roommates were sleeping. You looked outside the window again, possibly getting the best views out of all the dormitories since you were at the highest floor.

You kept staring at the rain, but suddenly, you saw a figure in one of the balconies that connected two staircases. You squinted, making sure you weren't imagining that person in the rain at 3:00 am. You weren't. The looked closer, before coming to a conclusion that it was a guy, who didn't seem at all bothered by the incredible amount of rain falling.

Curious; you got up from your bed, threw on your school uniform, and left your dorm in a hurry, making it to the upper staircase that led to the balcony that the boy was standing on. You stopped right before the first stair to spy on him. He was still in the exact same position when you saw him from the window, but he was much taller than you had expected. The rain was making his wavy brown hair messy and clingy, his school uniform wet and sticking to his skin.

It was then when you noticed that his right hand held a cigarette. You made a face, what kind of person comes out at 3:00 am on a rainy night to smoke?