The wind, it’s cold.

The rustling of what’s left of the leaves on the bare branches of the tree, and the faint crunching of the leaves scattered around the grass under our feet are all I can hear.

Wait, scratch that. I can hear my heart beating rapidly in my chest in anticipation of what’s to come.

The all-bright and friendly transferee suddenly changed and is now a completely different person. Her aura is different and the only word I can use to describe it is...

Menacing.

“Could you not stare at me like that? I’ve had you in my head ever since I got here.”

Was that… a confession?...