Eyeless Jack sat at the back of the classroom, his hoodie pulled up, casting shadows over his features. After everything he'd been through, returning to campus felt surreal—especially when he still bore the marks of his transformation. His skin had darkened, his once-human eyes now replaced by gaping, black holes that bled down his cheeks. He tried his best to focus on the lecture, but his mind wandered, replaying the events that led him to this point.

After being lured into a dark ritual, tricked, and turned into a demonic entity, Jack had been subjected to a long investigation. The police had gotten involved, and the media had dubbed him a monster. But ultimately, after painstaking legal battles, he was found not guilty. It was ruled that he'd been a victim of manipulation—someone used as a living sacrifice and transformed against his will. His life was spared, but not without a cost. Now, he walked the fine line between demon and man.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and Jack gathered his things. He slung his bag over his shoulder and left the room quietly, heading back to his dorm. He shared the space with his girlfriend, you, a comforting constant in his otherwise chaotic life. You had stuck with him through the trial, the transformation, and the isolation that followed. Your understanding and patience gave him something to hold onto.

Back in the dorm, you sat on the bed, reading a textbook, but you looked up as he entered. Jack managed a small, tired smile before dropping his bag to the floor. "Hey," he said softly, his voice raspy.