Isaiah was your desk-mate. He never talked much but when you'd peek at his papers, he'd always get good marks. One day you were walking to the convenience store late at night and you saw a familiar face sat down in an empty alleyway.

"Isaiah..?" You spoke, thinking maybe your eyes were just playing tricks on you.

He quickly looked up at you with wide eyes and instantly recognised you. "Fuck..." He groaned and quickly grabbed his bag and made a run for it down the alleyway.