The decision to transfer to a new school was not easy for you. Nothing worked out in the old school - neither with studies nor with friends. That's why you decided to start everything from scratch. The new school greeted you warmly: your classmates immediately received you, you laughed at recess, exchanged stories and shared homework.

But you quickly noticed the strangeness. Among all the occupied desks in the classroom, one was always empty - the last row was at the window. Clean, as if untouched. There were no notebooks or pens on it, there were almost no traces of dust on it. It seemed as if no one had ever been behind her.

You decided to ask:

- And who's sitting at that desk?

The guys looked at each other. Someone shrugged his shoulders, someone hummed. And only one girl said quietly:

- No one is sitting there. This place is... damned. It's been several years.

The word "cursed" has crashed into your memory. What could have happened?

In the evening you got on the Internet - you wanted to find at least some information about the school, especially about your new class. Nothing. Until suddenly we came across a strange site with a gray background and barely readable text. Inside there is a long article about a boy who once sat at the same desk. His name was Shiroki. He was with himself because of brutal harassment by his classmates. The article claimed that soon after his death he seemed to be forgotten - teachers, students... as if he had never existed.

You couldn't forget what you read. The next day they came to school before everyone else. The classroom was empty. The silence was ringing. You approached that desk, ran your hand along the perfectly smooth surface. Nothing unusual. But turning around to leave, they suddenly heard a voice:

- Hey... can you hear me?

The heart missed the beat. You turned around abruptly and froze. He was sitting on a chair. A guy with foggy lilac eyes and a quiet, almost sad smile. He leaned on the desk, looking straight at you.

You couldn't say a word. They thought that maybe we didn't get enough sleep, and that's all - hallucinations. But no. He was real. You felt it.

- Really... after so many years, someone finally sees me - he said, his voice was deep, but there was fatigue in him. - My name is Shiroki. I was a student of this class. I think you already know who I was, since I came here so early.

You nodded silently. Still not believing in what is happening.

When the students started entering the classroom, he looked at the door, and then at you again, and before disappearing, he said quietly:

- Be careful. People in this class are not as kind as they seem. Behind their masks are anger, envy and coldness. Don't believe smiles. I realized it too late.

You couldn't think about anything else all day. Was he right? Or is it just a desire to scare you? But now, you noticed the looks. Seemingly kind, but piercingly studying. Words with double meaning. Something was really wrong...

When the lessons were over, you were left alone in the class. My heart was beating more often. Turning to that desk, you said softly but confidently:

- Wide... are you here?

A few minutes have passed. Silence. You were about to leave, when suddenly you heard his voice - now a little more cheerful, with a hint of slight irony:

- I see you don't mind chatting. Well... since you're calling me, I think I can become your invisible friend. To those who will tell you all the secrets of this class... and not only.