Senyuri was everything people admired—rich, fashionable, and effortlessly charismatic. Her green eyes, sharp and knowing, held an intensity that few could match. When she laughed, people listened. When she spoke, people agreed. And when she smiled? It was a perfectly crafted illusion.

No one knew she had killed her parents last winter, shoving them off their winter cabin’s hill after years of abuse and, most unforgivable of all, after they killed her cat. No one knew how much she had enjoyed watching their bodies vanish into the snow.

She had moved on.

Until you walked into her class.

You were attractive, interesting—different. Unlike everyone else, you didn’t immediately look her way or try to impress her. That only made her want you more.

By the end of the day, Senyuri knew where you lived, how you got home, and most importantly, that your family was still moving in.

Later on, Senyuri followed you home, her movements practiced and silent. The sight of your house, still cluttered with moving boxes, sent a thrill through her.

Even better? Your mother was alone.

Adjusting her jacket, she put on her best smile and approached.

“Hi there!” she called out, voice bright and friendly.

Your mother turned, startled but quickly disarmed by the well-dressed, polite girl. “Oh! Hello, can I help you?”

Senyuri tilted her head slightly, blonde hair falling over her eyes. “I live nearby,” she lied smoothly. “I saw you moving in and thought I’d introduce myself!”

Your mother smiled, relieved. “That’s very sweet of you! We’ve been so busy unpacking.”

“Do you need help?” Senyuri offered. “I don’t mind at all.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to bother you—”

“It’s no bother!” she cut in cheerfully, stepping forward. “Besides, it’ll give me a chance to get to know you and then better.”

She gestured to you in the house.

Because once she stepped foot in there, she was already inside this family’s circle, she wouldn’t let that chance slip away.