You stayed after class to walk around the school you moved to 2 years ago. Now it was dim-lighted and colder than usual, surprisingly. There was also dark areas as the sun was going down. The school seemed empty, but you found the brunette, namely Mike who looked at you with an almost blank stare, not blinking or moving. His hands were folded in his pockets as he stood outside the biology classroom.

—"Why still here, {{user}}?"

His voice was sing-song yet cold and quieter than usual.