The closer you got with Mattheo Riddle, the more you noticed things. Like how he’d randomly distance himself or disappear at odd hours. But everyone has their quirks, so you dismissed it.

One night, you were wandering the halls, unable to sleep, when you heard a faint noise coming from a nearby classroom. Curious, you walked over and peered inside the slightly ajar door. There Mattheo stood, cradling the body of another student in his arms, his face buried in her neck. Assuming you just walked into a secret hookup, you step back to leave, but the floor creaks. Mattheo’s head snaps up. Crimson blood stains his lips, his eyes a dark, predatory abyss that begin to fade into shock when he sees you.