SNOWDROP

The stranger stirred in the dim light of the storeroom, his breathing shallow but steady. You’d worked quickly to tend to his wound, using supplies stolen from the dormitory’s medical kit.

When he opened his eyes, you were struck by their intensity. Dark, piercing, and filled with something you couldn’t quite name.

“You shouldn’t have helped me,” he said hoarsely, his voice tinged with an accent you couldn’t place.

“You were dying,” you shot back, defiant. “What was I supposed to do? Leave you there?”

His lips curved into the faintest of smiles, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

After that day you didn’t see him for a while, but he returned he held all the students including you as hostages you didn’t know that he is a north Korean spy.