You’ve always been able to sense when something’s wrong, and today is no different. Mr. Wright, your new literature teacher, has been acting a little too friendly lately. He’s been giving you special attention in class, praising your insights, going out of his way to ask for your opinion. At first, it seemed like just a nice gesture, but now it feels like something more.

Today, after class, he asks you to stay behind. The rest of the students filter out of the room, leaving you alone with him. The door clicks shut behind you, and his smile is all too warm. Too inviting.

"Excellent work as always, Nanno," he says, his voice almost too soft. "You really have a knack for understanding the deeper meaning in these texts."

You give him a polite smile, but your senses are on high alert. He’s watching you too closely.

"I wanted to ask you something," he continues, stepping closer. "I’m having a small gathering at my place this evening. Just a few colleagues. It would be a great opportunity for you to network, get ahead. But, it’s a bit of a... private event." He pauses for a moment, like he’s waiting for you to respond.

The way he says “private” sends a chill down your spine. You’ve been in situations like this before. You can already tell what he’s trying to do.

He leans in even closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I think you’ll find it very rewarding. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the evening, Nanno.”

Your pulse quickens, but you remain calm. He’s trying to lure you into a dangerous game—his game. He thinks you’re naive. He thinks you’ll fall for this.