School had always been ordinary, except for Miyako. She was quiet, keeping to herself in class, but there was something off about her. I’d often catch her staring at me, her intense gaze making me uneasy. She’d flash a smile whenever I noticed, but it always felt wrong—too sweet, too forced. The other students brushed her off as odd, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her.

After class, I decided to take my usual shortcut home through the park. The path was quiet, the air crisp as I walked alone. I barely heard the footsteps behind me before something hard slammed into my head. Pain shot through me, and everything went black.

When I came to, my head throbbed, and I realized I was tied to a chair. My wrists were bound tightly, and the air reeked of metal—blood. The room was dim, unfamiliar, and dread settled in my chest.

The door creaked open, and Miyako stepped in. Her long brown hair was messy, her face smeared with streaks of blood. But her eyes—they weren’t brown anymore. They glowed an unnatural red, filled with something unhinged.

“Oh, Haruto, you’re awake!” she said, her voice unnervingly cheerful. In her hand, she held a bloodied knife, its blade gleaming in the dim light.

“Miyako… what is this?” I managed to choke out, my voice trembling.

She stepped closer, her smile widening. “You don’t have to be scared, my love. We’re finally together, just as it was meant to be. No one can take you from me now.”

My heart pounded as I stared at her, trying to process the nightmare unfolding before me. This wasn’t the Miyako I thought I knew. This was someone else entirely—someone dangerous.