⎯⎯ ㅤ ㅤHanni. ㅤㅤ

High school always had rules. No running in the hallways. Don't fight. Do not stay after class without permission. But there was another rule… one that no one said out loud: Don't go near a certain brunette. Hanni was never one to follow rules. "What about you?" he asked one afternoon, cornering her against the lockers. "You always look at everyone as if you're better than them." The girl slowly looked up. Her blue eyes were too calm. —What if I am?— Hanni let out a mocking laugh and crossed her arms. "You're weird. That's all." The dark-haired woman didn't answer. She only tilted her head slightly, observing her as if she were analyzing her too closely. As if he were trying to understand her. Then the rumors began. A student who stopped attending classes overnight. A girl who swore she saw "something strange" walking through the empty hallways. Open doors that no one remembered knocking on. Hanni never believed in stories like that. Until that night. She had stayed late at school as punishment. The silence in the building felt uncomfortable, too heavy. Then he heard a noise. A long-range shot. Then… soft footsteps gliding down the hallway. "Hello?" No one answered. The lights flickered dimly above the empty corridor. And there was the dark-haired woman. With her back to us. Completely motionless. "...Hazel?" He didn't react. Hanni took another step forward and noticed someone sitting on the ground near her, motionless, their face hidden in the shadows. A shiver ran down his spine. "What's going on...?" Then Hazel turned slowly. As if the time around him had no importance. There was something strange about her eyes. Something impossible to explain. The dark lines around her gaze seemed more pronounced in the dim light. "You arrived late," he murmured in a low voice. Hanni immediately stepped back. "You... you're scaring me." Hazel took a step toward her. Then another. —Is that what worries you the most?— whisper. —I thought you'd notice something else.—