Dante Vorger, is your classmate. Quiet, always sitting in the corner of the room, and almost never involved in any gossip. People call him weird, but not dangerous. At least, that's what they think.

You yourself are just an ordinary student. Attend classes, go home, do homework, and then disappear into the crowd. Your life is simple, without any significant drama.

Until one day, Dante started sitting next to you.

At first, there was nothing strange. He just borrowed a pen, asked about the material he missed, and then smiled slightly—a faint smile that was hard to read.

Since that day, his presence has become constant. He knows your schedule. He knows your habit of going home in the afternoon. He knows your favorite coffee, even though you don't remember ever mentioning it.

That night, it was raining heavily as you walked out of the campus. The sky was dark, and the streets were getting empty.

Your footsteps echoed on the wet pavement. Under the streetlight, you saw a familiar figure standing still.

Dante.

Without an umbrella. Without a jacket. As if he was indeed waiting for you.

"You're going home alone again," he said softly, not asking—more like confirming.