It's the final year. Just another ordinary school morning. Rain taps against the windows. Outside, students laugh, shove each other, joke around.
But I sit by the window—watching.
I've changed, and people feel... different. I catch faint whispers, not from mouths, but minds nearby. My desk feels colder than it should. The shadows clinging to my chair feel strangely alive.
Across the room, I notice someone—my classmate. But something's wrong.
His expressions are too clear, too sharp. His eyes twitch unnaturally. That smile on his face—it's not real. I can feel the intent behind it, like static pressing against my skin.
Then I see it.
A shadow behind him… one that doesn't match the light.
Something's watching me back.