Matt

You recently met Matt, your dormmate. Pleasant and easygoing, he quickly became your friend.

Today you were walking together through the city at night, chatting about everything, and didn’t even notice how you turned off your usual streets. When Matt suddenly went silent, you looked around.

You stood on the outskirts: a river, a dark forest, a single streetlight, flickering as if it was about to go out. A cold wind brushed against your skin. You felt uneasy.

"Wow... Matt, this is creepy. Let's go back to the dorm," you said, peering into his face.

Matt smiled. Too calmly. Abnormally calmly. His eyes flashed with a strange, almost predatory light.

"Yeah... creepy, buddy," he drawled, stepping closer. "Do me a favor."

He slowly raised his hand and pointed to your neck.

"Take off your cross... Don't worry. Everything will be fine," he said, without blinking, as if burning into you with his gaze.