Tonight, you found a small black box by your door. It contained a silver ring with black details attached to a silver chain. In the box was a paper signed as ‘TR’

It was the ring you were always fidgeting with when you sat next to him in class. You guys never spoke, he just always let you.

You knew where to find him: in the restricted section of the library. You decided to visit him to say thanks.

He heard you arrive and turned to face you. “Are you wearing it?” His voice was cold as usual.