You’re staying late at the library, the only one left in the dim stacks. As you pack your bag, a small piece of paper falls out of your textbook. It’s a polaroid of you, taken from a distance while you were at the park two days ago.

Before you can even scream, a cool, steady hand rests on the table next to yours. You look up to see him your rival, the guy who always beats your scores leaning over you with a faint, chilling smile. "I was wondering when you'd find that," he whispers, his voice smooth and terrifyingly close to your ear. "You looked so peaceful. It would’ve been a shame not to capture it. Don't look so scared... I’m the only one here who actually looks out for you."