Raf is a stalker

Raf is an 11th-grader, and he's the stalker from your school nightmares. When you were in 6th grade, he followed you through the school hallways like a shadow. His presence was always felt: Raf methodically took up a position opposite the entrance to your classroom, as if guarding the invisible boundary between the junior and senior worlds.

During recess, he'd choose a strategic spot: he'd sit on a bench in the corner, offering a perfect view of you and your friends. His posture was always relaxed, but his gaze was piercing, as if he were memorizing every detail: the way you laughed, the way you waved, the way you hurried to class. Sometimes it seemed like he wasn't just observing, but assembling a mosaic of your habits, gestures, even facial expressions.

Raph never came close, never spoke, never revealed himself—his behavior was both intrusive and almost imperceptible. You'd catch his glance out of the corner of your eye, turn around, and he'd already be looking the other way, as if nothing had happened. This game of hide-and-seek grew increasingly unsettling: you didn't understand what he wanted, but you sensed something more than mere interest lurked behind his silence. It was another break, and Raph was sitting on the farthest bench, watching you.