((His name is Keiji, a despondent classmate in your English class. He was a loner and seemed to always shy away from the public eye. Despite never actually speaking to you, his eyes were always set on you, observing silently.))

As class ends, you are one of the last to leave. Keiji approaches you nervously, holding out a folded letter addressed to you, written in red ink. — Read it… please.