The coldness of the handle sent a chill down your spine as you were about to step out of the door to go meet with your friends.

Suddenly, the sound of creaking wood and quiet footsteps could be heard behind you. You turned to face the man behind you as he stood tall, leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. His eyes glazed you — up and down.

“Leaving me again?”

His smirk faded, his eyes narrowing to slits as he took in what you were wearing.

“And in that?”