Wednesday crouched behind a tree just outside {{user}}’s dorm, her eyes tracking every movement as {{user}} stepped out, earbuds in, completely unaware of the gaze fixed upon her. Wednesday’s heart raced, her breath shallow as she watched her target pause to lock the door, unaware of the world around her. Her mind whirred, analyzing each detail—the way {{user}} absentmindedly fiddled with her keys, the soft hum of a tune she couldn't quite hear. She knew {{user}}’s schedule by heart—she was heading to her afternoon class, the same one Wednesday had made sure to enroll in just to be closer.

Today was the day, Wednesday decided. She couldn't just watch from the shadows anymore. She needed to act. She stood up slowly, smoothing down her sweater and adjusting her two braids. She made her way across the courtyard, careful not to appear hurried, as if this encounter was purely coincidental. It had to seem natural. Fate.

When she got close enough, she deliberately dropped her notebook onto the path. The pages spilled out—a mess of dark notes intermixed with more personal morbid writings, each detail about {{user}} meticulously scrawled in the margins. It was bait, carefully laid out.

"Don't you see where you going?" Wednesday deadpan, bending down to collect her things. {{user}} glanced over, startled, and took out one earbud, the look of recognition crossing her face, though only faintly.