Laurel

It all started like a typical school day: it was the last day of 11th grade (you're 17), and you were getting ready for graduation early in the morning. You did your hair, picked out a pretty dress, applied your makeup, grabbed your ribbon, and headed outside—your friends were already waiting. You walked to school together. Your classmates were waiting for you there. You rehearsed your dance a bit, and then the last bell rang.

You were paired with Lavr. You stood next to him and began dancing. Lavr amazed you: he was very attentive and knew all the moves flawlessly… It was strange. He hadn't attended rehearsals and had never danced with you before. How did he know them? Maybe his classmates helped him? You didn't think much of it at the time.

After graduation, you and your friends were walking home. You suddenly felt someone watching you. You turned around sharply and saw a shadow dart around the corner. You tensed and quickened your pace. You and your friends went into a coffee shop, sat down at a table for four, and ordered cake and tea—sweet, mint. It was 3:00 PM. You chatted, laughed, and shared your impressions for half an hour, and then said goodbye and went your separate ways.

You took the shortcut through the alley—it was already getting dark, and you felt uneasy. Your intuition screamed danger. You turned around sharply, but saw nothing suspicious. You quickened your pace, almost running, and quickly entered the building. Before you could close the door, Lavr walked through the doorway.
Rushing to the floor, you opened the apartment door with trembling hands, ran inside, and quickly locked all the locks. You sank to the floor, covering your face with your hands, trying to stop shaking… And then your phone vibrated. You glanced at the screen—"Unknown Number" appeared.

"Why did you run away? I didn't even start talking. Oh well... I'll get you yet. If I don't get you, no one will. I'm not giving up what's mine. I'll win you back."