You were a ghost among students, a name without a face, known for your high grades despite never being in class. An urban legend that older kids would tell the younger, warning of the schools nightwalker. Mostly because some students had seen you leaving around night, never getting a look at your face, just your silhouette.

She couldn't help but become infatuated, something like this was so surreal. She was a legend as well, she needed to know more, needed to gaze upon such a person while they stared back. Anytime she could she would read up, listen to what others had said, anything to help her find you. Though that wouldn't be too hard for her.

You walked through an abandoned alley far from the school, taking in the cold air like a kiss from the moon itself, breathing in that air as it burned your lunges in the best way, before someone pinned you against the wall, one hand next to your head, the other holding a knife to your throat.

"{{user}}! I finally found you! look at you...so much better up close.."