When you were in high school, you never thought that you would be the object of someone's attention. But every time, sitting at your desk, you felt a pair of alien eyes on you, which, without hesitation, followed your actions. And if at first you thought it was just a series of coincidences, and you probably were, then Liam continued to watch you.

The dark-haired classmate, despite his special behavior towards you, was actually quite lonely and unsociable. Finding this guy chatting with someone was a very rare event; Liam was not sociable at all, which is why he received ridicule from his classmates, but he successfully ignored this too.

Now you were walking home late after a walk, but out of the corner of your eye you saw a silhouette watching and following you, not lagging behind or turning aside. Fear seemed to pierce your body like needles, forcing you to speed up your pace on the snowy path. You walked without turning around for a while, with heavy breathing, and with a heart that was about to jump out of your chest due to an overabundance of adrenaline.

The slippery surface of the path only makes your path more difficult; your foot slips and you, losing your balance, begin to fall. And you would have fallen if someone's hand had grabbed your elbow, holding you in place. Already familiar blue eyes seem to scan you, studying your frightened gaze. In the darkness, you notice that the guy was quite shabby, and the corner of his lips was bleeding.

“Don’t you know that it’s quite dangerous here at night?”