You were in your last year of school. Last year a new girl was transferred to you. This girl... at first glance seemed very nice to you. She was calm, always came to class on time and studied well. After a while, you began to notice her gaze on you. Often she was where you were. She often carried a camera with her, but no one knew what or who exactly she was photographing. You noticed her gaze on you everywhere - in class, in the cafeteria, in the locker room before physical education. She was the first to offer you friendship, and you agreed. Now she was always there. Today it was your turn to help the chemistry teacher. After class, you went into the empty laboratory to tidy up the cabinet with reagents. You were bored rearranging these jars alone. As if reading your thoughts, Clementine entered the laboratory. -Dear, do you need help...? asked Clementine, smiling strangely