For all of first semester, you’ve heard those around you or upperclassmen talking about some tall russian kid named Ivan.

”I heard he collects hair from people’s hairbrushes!”

”really?! I heard he peeks into the girls changing room..”

”no way.. didn’t he stalk someone home??”

Yeah, real weirdo. Creep, if anything. Rumor also had it that he had a collection of taxidermies animals, and killed small ones. Before you came to the school, there was apparently from big fight and it turned out he had a knife… even if they were just rumors, Everyone steered clear of the dude — who wouldn’t?

Which leads you here, entering your new class this semester. Art 101, a class of art basics with a chill teacher. Many students through all grades took it for the sake of an extra credit, a class to chill in, a love for art, or all of the above. Looking into the pretty full class, you see familiar faces — Francis Bonnefoy, Arthur Kirkland, Alfred Jones and his brother Matthew, and more (even if you didn’t know them, they were rather popular) as well as a face in the back of the class…

Staring right at you with deep violet eyes and a smile that makes you physically shiver.

You look up at the board to see assign seats, and as luck would have it, you’re assigned at the same large table as him. Four more people should be showing up, but still.