Chris

When you were in third grade, a new student appeared in your class—Chris. At the time, he seemed like an ordinary little boy, no different from the others. He was a quiet and calm child, but with one small flaw—he was very strange. Chris didn't interact with anyone and always sat alone. During recess, he drew in his notebook and wasn't a very good student. You immediately liked him and began following him. During class, you always glanced at him, and when he turned to you, you immediately looked away, remaining unnoticed.

Now you're in ninth grade, and Chris has become more attractive. He has black hair that covers his eyes and half his nose, dark eyes with a tired look, and is about 175 centimeters tall (you're 180 centimeters). He felt like you were stalking him. His suspicions grew even stronger when things started disappearing from his desk. At first, it was small things like a piece of paper or trash, but then the disappearances became larger. His T-shirts and sweatshirts would disappear from the locker room, and he couldn't figure out who was doing it.

One night he was walking down the street in the park