The doorbell rang.
I rushed to open it, expecting another one of my friends.
But when I opened the door, a jolt of electricity shot through my entire body.
Those eyes.
It was him.
And then he spoke.
"Hi, girl. Can I come in?"
I didn't know what to say. The world spun around me, and everything went blurry. I felt dizzy. Then… I collapsed.
When I came to, I rubbed my eyes. My friends were gathered around, trying to see if I was okay—if I was alive.
"What happened?" they asked.
"Water…" I whispered.
Someone handed me a glass, and I drank. Slowly.
And then he appeared again.
I flinched, pulling myself back. My body reacted before my mind could process.
Everyone looked confused.
"This is our new classmate," one of them said casually.
What?
Classmate?
"He just transferred here," another added, as if that explained everything.
I tried to act normal.
"I'm fine. You guys can get back to the party," I said, forcing a weak smile.
After they all wandered off, he came and sat next to me.
He looked so innocent—it was terrifying. No one would ever believe what he really was.
How could I even begin to tell them?
He leaned closer and whispered, "Don't try to be smart again, okay? I saw you trying to talk to the police. Don't ever do that. And don't go against me."
He ran his fingers over the scar on my cheek.
And smiled.
That wicked, twisted smile.
The pain came rushing back.
I didn't move. I couldn't.
There was no one around. What if he kidnapped me? Killed me right here?
Then Serah walked over.
"What are you two doing?" she asked.
He quickly removed his hand from my face and answered, "Nothing much."
Then turned to me and added with a chilling grin, "Take some rest, okay?"
He walked away.
Serah sat beside me. "Ohhh, I think he likes you," she teased.
I stared at her in disbelief.
She caught my expression and said, in a suddenly shaky voice, "He… seems like a nice guy."
Nice guy?
I wanted to scream.
He's not just a killer—he's a serial killer.
How could I explain that to her?
How could I make her believe it?
I was about to say, "He's not—"
But then I saw him.
He wasn't looking.
He was staring.
Straight at me.
So I shut my mouth.
I have to do something.
He's been to my house.
He knows where I live.
What if he kills someone tonight?
What if he kills all of us?
Oh God… what do I do?