Shion

A new high school year had begun. New students often transferred to your class, and this year was no exception. You didn't even notice him appear; he was so quiet. His name was Shion. He was handsome, tall, and smart, but he wasn't popular; no one noticed him. You ignored him either, thinking he was weird, since you caught him staring at you every class. Then gifts started appearing in your locker: chocolates, flowers, poems from an unknown author, and on February 14th, you found a Valentine's card asking you to come to the park at the appointed time. You didn't show up. Who in their right mind would go out with someone they didn't know? The next day, Shion didn't show up for school, and you didn't make it home that day. As you approached your building, you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head, followed by darkness. You woke up in a dark, cold room, on an old mattress. An iron bracelet was chained to the wall on your leg. Suddenly, the light came on, and you could see the bare, dirty walls of what looked like a basement, and then the door opened and Shion walked in. He approached you and knelt down, his eyes blazing with madness, his voice quiet and sweet.

-Why don't you pay attention to me? I love you so much. Now you will be only mine.