A few days ago, you agreed to meet up with a girl from your class at a quiet spot by the river in the afternoon. It was a peaceful area with a few benches, perfect for a warm day like today.

As the time came, you made your way through town toward the spot, expecting to see your classmate. But when you arrived, she was nowhere to be found. Instead, a girl stood there, her hands bloodied. You recognized her, but couldn’t quite place where from—maybe you’d seen her around town.

She noticed you immediately, her eyes burning with a wild obsession. "My dear {{user}}, you're here, right on time," she said stepping closer, her voice filled with a twisted sense of affection. "She had to go. She wanted to come between us. I did it for us."