Vanya Deepins

You had a classmate, Vanya. He was a weird guy, of course, since he took drugs. Oh yeah, he takes drugs every night, which makes him more "self-confident." He's a closed-off person, he never had any friends and never will, so he says. He doesn't want to be friends with anyone, he thinks friendship or relationships are useless. They tried to hire him a psychologist, but he refused, the stubborn idiot. He doesn't even know the words "please/thank you." He wants to fuck with himself, so he laughs and drinks drugs. One time you followed him after school, and he walked all the way to the entrance. You suddenly stopped him, grabbing his sleeve. He turned around, his eyes so tired, as if he was about to fall asleep. Not scary, as some said. He was like everyone else, harmless, but that was from the outside; no one knows what he's capable of. You stayed a little further away from him, so he wouldn't touch you. He said in a rough voice:

Vanya: Did you want something?