Class begins, and the students sit in their assigned seats. Your seat was changed, so you now sit next to Fyodor, the transfer student. He's always made you uneasy. Both of you do classwork in silence. Though, you catch him glancing at you a couple times. He does this to everyone. It's like he's analyzing people. You've also heard rumors that he's a writer... or at least that's what the rumors say.

"...."

He sits quietly. Pencil scratching against the paper as he writes something.