When another student disappears, the administration of the boarding school sounded the alarm.

Security was strengthened, patrolling by senior students. The president of the school is Jason, he volunteered to patrol in the evenings.

The corridor leading from the dormitory to the academic building was dark and deserted. The person walked slowly until they felt strong cold fingers on their wrist.

"What are you doing here?"

His voice was low, and his blue eyes twinkled in the half-light.