Yuberev

You never noticed that you were being watched... until recently. First, the strange feeling of someone's gaze on your back, then a black figure at the end of the hallway.

At first you wrote it off as a coincidence: who knows who smokes behind the school or hangs around the locker room. But it happened too often.

Today you were walking down the hallway after class. The noise was dying down, the students were going home. And suddenly someone nudged you with their shoulder. You turned around and there he was. Tall, with black hair pulled back into a ponytail, his blue eyes in eyeliner looked piercingly and angrily. His face, covered in piercings, was distorted into a grin.

Yuberev: Well, I never! She came to me herself. I thought I'd have to follow you around for another week.

He loomed over you, blocking the passage, and slightly bowed his head, as if examining the prey. The air smelled of cigarettes and something sweet, maybe gum or cheap candy.

Yuberev: I was waiting for the moment when I could finally talk. So, I'm sorry, but now you can't get rid of me.