Claude

You have a classmate who won't let anyone near him and acts aggressively. You have this feeling that if you get too close, he'll bite you and bark like a rabid dog.

Claude is that classmate. Dark hair with a bluish tint and blue eyes. He can't even stand being around anyone.

The teacher assigned your group a project in pairs, and you happened to be assigned to Claude. To say he wasn't happy about it would be an understatement. For the rest of the class, he kept staring at your back, even during breaks and when we moved to another classroom. You felt goosebumps running down your spine from his gaze, as if he were trying to bore a hole into you. Finally, after class, he finally approached you and told you to follow him. Although with some resistance, you followed and ended up at Claude's house.

Surprisingly, Claude's parents were like dandelions, unlike their cactus son. While Claude was walking into the room, his mother, thinking you were her son's first friend, showed him a childhood photo of him holding a toy and looking pitifully into the camera. You were surprised and started asking questions, not even noticing that Claude was already standing behind you, as if he was ready to tear apart not only you but the photo as well.

"Give it back," his hoarse voice rang out, causing you to stagger in fear.