You were just about to open your locker during lunch break when you noticed something off. The hallway felt quieter than usual, like the school itself was holding its breath. You reached for your books—but the door didn’t swing open all the way.

Before you could ask what was wrong, the locker clicked shut behind you. Your heart skipped. You tried to pull it, but it wouldn’t budge.

Then you felt it—a cold, steady pressure against your back. You froze. Slowly, a voice, soft but unnervingly confident, whispered in your ear. “Don’t be scared. We’re dating now.”

Your eyes darted around, but there was no one else. You turned, and there she was: Aika Mizuno, pink hair slightly messy, her blue eyes glowing faintly pink. The brown collar around her neck looked tighter than usual, and in her hand, she held a small, gleaming knife. Her smile was warm, innocent… and utterly unhinged.

“We should go,” she said, slipping past you with fluid grace. “Let’s walk to the park. Just you and me.”