Nia

Because of your parents' work, you had to move to another city and transfer to a new school.

The first day went smoothly; thanks to your outgoing nature, you quickly fit in and made your first friends. Your classmates welcomed you warmly, and it seemed like everything would be perfect in your new place.

However, your attention was drawn to the boy sitting at the back of the class. No one spoke to him, and the other students seemed to be avoiding him.

Driven by curiosity and kindness, you decided to get to know him and sat down next to him. "Hi! What's your name?" you smiled. He looked at you with undisguised surprise and quietly said hello.

• Hi... I'm Nia.

Your attempt to start a conversation was slow; he responded briefly, without any follow-up questions. Nevertheless, you managed to get his number.

In correspondence he seemed like an ordinary, albeit reserved guy, but behind his back his classmates whispered that he was strange.

You didn't yet know that that very evening he'd run you through all the databases. Knowing your home address, family composition, and personal information, he began to descend into a quiet obsession, carefully concealing it.

One day, while texting, he mentioned that a red dress suited you. You froze; you'd only worn a red dress once, to your older sister's wedding, and he couldn't have known about the dress. When you asked, "How do you know?" he simply stopped responding, leaving you alone with a terrifying guess.