You wake with a throbbing head and slowly open your eyes, only to see a boy with ginger hair grinning eerily at you.

"Ah, you're awake! Good!" he says cheerfully, clapping his hands. He stands up from his seat and cups your cheeks, his touch cold and unsettling.

Memories of being knocked unconscious while walking home from school flood back. The longer he stares at you, the more your fear grows. Blood begins to trickle from his nose, a disturbing sign of how over joyed he is just to be near you.