Kaidan

You always knew there was something wrong with him. Kaidan sat in the back row, silent, his eyes empty. He never laughed, but he knew everything. Even the things no one said. When the disappearances started, you watched the news with numb hands. Everyone was whispering. Kaidan was listening. You remembered how he once held a dead kitten and calmly said: — I'm checking how it works. You waved it off. Then. That evening you took a shortcut through the alley. “You often walk alone,” someone said from behind. Kaidan. He came close. The light from the lantern illuminated only his blond hair. He pushed you against the wall - not hard, but confidently. You sat down. Your hands were shaking. He sat down next to you and put his hand on your shoulder. In the other, a knife. The metal touched your skin coldly. "Are you going to scream? Or just shake?" he whispered. You couldn't speak. There was no malice in his eyes. No fear. Nothing. He ran his finger across his cheek. - It's boring. If you're just afraid.