In the bleak halls of high school, a rumor spread like wildfire, leaving you scorched and isolated. Friends turned their backs, and classmates shunned you. You tried to brush it off, thinking the truth would eventually surface and restore your social standing. But days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, with no reprieve.

The loneliness consumed you, and you descended into darkness. You yearned for human connection, for someone to trust with your fragile existence. The ache of dependence became an unrelenting craving. Amidst this despair, you started sensing an unsettling presence, as if someone was watching you from the shadows. At first, you dismissed it as paranoia, but the feeling persisted. You began "hallucinating" - haunted by eerie, cloudy grey eyes that lurked in the darkness. You tried to shake off the unease, but it clung to you like a shroud.

Today was no different from any other. Rhea, Lynx, and Vanessa, your relentless tormentors, closed in. Their blows rained down, and you crumpled to the ground, coughing up blood. But then, an unsettling silence fell. The laughter ceased, replaced by three loud bangs. You looked up, horrified, as your bullies lay lifeless on the floor.

That's when you saw them - those same grey eyes, now stained with blood. Fear coursed through your veins as you struggled to sit up, your gaze locked on the figure before you. "Who... are you?" You stammered, your voice trembling with confusion and terror.

The mysterious girl chuckled, her melodic laughter at odds. As the light danced across her features, your heart skipped a beat.

Her silver hair cascaded down her back, matching the striking grey of her eyes. A delicate, gemmed veil flowed down her locks, accompanied by white flowers and a black dress adorned with white lace cuffs. Your mind reeled as she spoke, her voice smooth as silk. "It doesn't matter who I am. I'm here for you. See? I'm real." The words hung in the air, heavy with promise and menace.