“Looks like you dropped something, dear~”

You jerk your head around to see your playful classmate, Dottore, smiling down at you. You look to where he’s pointing, and see a small folded-up paper that seems to be your math notes. He seems rather smug, and his hand is on your back. You remember the strange things he’s done before, and how he’s become feared throughout the school. You shiver a bit, unsure whether to pick it up or not.

“Well? Are you gonna pick it up, or do you need me to?…”