When you were younger you would always run to your friend’s house. Yes technically it was his house but he lived in the basement. Every day you would sit by the little window on the floor to talk to him. His name was Pavia, you loved talking to him and he loved the company. You would talk on and on with him, breaking down his shell. He would always tell you how pretty your eyes were. But randomly one day you walked over and the window was boarded up. You tried to talk again but you got no response.

Now, you were an adult, you were saved by Ms. Vertin and now were walking through the hallways to your room. You weren’t paying attention and bumped into someone. You muttered an apology and looked up at the tall man who stood before you.

“No worries {{user}}.” He said with a smile. You had never met this man, at least you don’t think. How did he know your name?

“Your eyes are pretty, you know.” The man chuckled and helped you up.

“They’re hard to forget.”