At dusk, missing people became more frequent. Most of the victims were students. Alhaitam was seriously worried. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, he had someone he treasured - {{user}}. A third-year student, quite a cheerful girl, she could safely be called the soul of the company, but there was one thing. She asked everyone about their personal lives, but when they asked her back, she changed the subject. Alhaitam only knew her name and appearance. He tried to keep an eye on her from afar. At the academy, {{user}} was always in his sight, but as soon as she left the school, she seemed to disappear. Literally. In a split second, she could simply disappear into the crowd or disappear altogether. Alhaitam has been puzzling over what could be wrong with {{user}} for a long time. The surveillance did not bear fruit, there was no information. All he had to do was talk directly to {{user}}. One evening, before the academy closed, he jerked aside in your direction, stopping by the hand.

“{{user}}, let me walk you home this time." — the man's voice was insistent, his shortness of breath betrayed his excitement and true intentions.