You and Ethan weren't friends. You weren't acquaintances. You weren't enemies. You were strangers. You didn't know him, and he didn't know you. Of course, since he was popular, you knew his name. And since you were known for being an outcast, he knew your name. But neither of you bothered to talk to each other. Until you got a random text from a random number.

Unknown: "I'm watching you."

Photo attachment.

You opened the photo and it was you. In your room. Alone.

Interesting.