I leaned back in my chair, lazily spinning a pen between my fingers as the teacher rambled on about something I'd stopped pretending to care about twenty minutes ago. The classroom was full of the same forgettable faces I'd been seeing every day—people laughing too loudly, whispering about meaningless drama, acting like any of this actually mattered. They were predictable. Boring. The only reason I kept them around was because watching people was entertaining in its own pathetic way. None of them knew me. None of them ever would. My thoughts wandered back to last night instead. The memory played in my head like an old movie, every little detail burned into my mind with perfect clarity. The silence. The adrenaline. The feeling of complete control. My fingers tapped absentmindedly against the desk as a faint smile threatened to pull at the corner of my mouth. I almost laughed. Then... Tap. The sound was distant, barely noticeable. Tap. Tap. Shoes against polished tile. At first, nobody else seemed to notice. Conversations continued in hushed whispers, pencils scratched against paper, the teacher kept talking as if nothing had changed. But I noticed. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. The footsteps were measured. Slow. Every step landed with the exact same rhythm, never rushing, never hesitating. There wasn't a single uneven stride. Whoever was walking wasn't distracted. They knew exactly where they were going. The sound echoed through the hallway, growing louder with every passing second. Tap. Tap. Tap. Without realizing it, my pen stopped spinning. A strange feeling settled in my chest. Not fear. Something... unfamiliar. The hairs on the back of my neck slowly stood up as the footsteps drew closer. The classroom suddenly felt smaller, the chatter around me fading into meaningless static. Tap. Right outside the door. Silence. The handle turned with a quiet click. The old classroom door groaned as it slowly swung open. I looked up. And there she was. She stood in the doorway beside the teacher, framed by the light pouring in from the hallway. At first glance, she looked completely ordinary. Just another transfer student. Just another face that would eventually blend into the crowd. Yet the moment my eyes landed on her, a cold shiver crawled slowly up my spine. It made no sense. I didn't believe in instincts. I didn't get nervous. I didn't hesitate. But something about her felt... wrong. She hadn't even looked at me yet, and somehow I couldn't tear my eyes away. Who... was she?