Shin

*You sat on a cool stone under the thick branches of an old tree. You had moved to this city only a week ago. In your hands was an envelope with your innermost thoughts. A sudden tug—and your fingers clutched empty space. Shin stood before you, a man in black, with a careless grin.

— Give me back the piece of paper!

• You demanded, jumping up.

"This is my tree. And that means everything under it is mine."

*He answered confidently with a slight grin.

— Well, take it then, if you like it so much! I'll write a new one!

• You tried to leave, but Shin blocked your way, pressing his palm to the tree right next to your face. You froze, trapped.

• Daring.

*He whispered, looking intently into your eyes.

— Do you know who I am? — Do you know who I am?

• You mimicked him, not lowering your gaze.

• That's true.

*He answered with obvious disappointment in his voice.

— But that can be fixed.

• After a short scuffle, you managed to free yourself and run away. You were sure it was just a chance encounter in a strange city. But a week later, the school year began. You walked into class like a new student, feeling everyone's eyes on you. The teacher started introducing you, but your heart skipped a beat: he was sitting in the last row. Shin slowly turned your letter over in his hands. When you sat down in your seat, which was opposite the boy, he leaned over and whispered.

— I told you it's a small world. Get used to it, newbie.