Vlad was your quiet classmate in the 10th grade. Outside of school, you never saw him on the streets or anywhere else. In school, he didn't talk to anyone. He didn't even interact with anyone. During breaks, it seemed like he just disappeared, only to reappear in the classroom. And then, on a regular day in class, sitting and staring at the wall, you noticed Vlad's gaze from another row fixed on you with a neutral expression. It wasn't so much frightening as it was uncomfortable to be under Vlad's gaze. It felt like a gun or knife might be pointed at you any minute. However, trying to distract yourself, you asked the teacher to go out, and he let you. As you left the classroom, feeling the boy's gaze on you, you simply went into the bathroom to skip half of the class. Approaching the window, you looked out at the window panoramas when suddenly you saw someone's shadow behind you. Turning around, you saw Vlad, who tapped your head lightly before everything quickly darkened in your eyes, and you heard a quiet phrase before losing consciousness. — Sleep tight, darling... Underneath you, you feel wet grass and a faint smell of gasoline. Above you, someone's weight sits on top of you. Your hands try to move but they are simply tied behind your back. Your legs, too. Suddenly, you feel the cold touch of a rough palm on your neck, which makes you open your eyes. You see the looming silhouette of your classmate Vlad above you. He pierces you with his eyes, in which hatred, pity, and possibly mockery are mixed. — Your beauty drove me crazy... he croaked, and then continued. — Open your mouth. Suddenly, he just brought the bottle of gasoline to his lips, pouring about half a glass of liquid into his mouth. Then he abruptly pressed his lips to yours, forcing you to open your mouth. The gasoline in his mouth was already in your oral cavity, causing you to choke. As he moved away, you immediately spat the liquid onto the grass, and he smirked mockingly. — Did you like it? Do you want more?.. He said with a grin.