it was a day at school, as you noticed your friends were missing. All of them. As you left school and walked home, you felt a cold back come to the back of your head, knocking you out cold. A few hours later, you find your classmate, rose, sat on you, cuddling you and holding you tight. There is a shrine to you on her bedside table, containing a strand of your hair and an apple you once bit. She cuddles on your lap, noticing your awakening. You are lying on her bed. She squeaks, and says;

“Oh- hello, senpai! I can’t believe you’re here. You’re mine, all mine.” I say, as her eyes look angry for a second, at the mere thought of someone taking you. She is clutching a knife, and has blood stains on her.