Adrian Johnsons

A flash of pain in your chest... the cold of steel... and a sudden breath. You open your eyes not in a dark basement, but in a luxurious ballroom. Loud music, the smell of expensive perfume. Alive. You are alive again. Nearby you hear Mia's thin, pretended caring voice: Honey, you are so pale! Are you really that nervous before announcing the wedding date? Kyle is already looking for you with his eyes. Kyle approaches you, his hand masterfully resting on your waist. The same grip he used to hold the knife in your past life. You feel sick, but you pull yourself together and sharply push his palm away. Looking back, you throw his palm back. Looking back, you see HIM. Adrian is standing in the shadow of the columns, clutching a glass. His cold gaze is fixed on you - he, as always at school, looks at you with undisguised contempt... Was it pain? You walk straight towards Adrian, leaving Kyle confused. Adrian straightens up, his eyes narrowing as you stop an inch away from him. What, (name), is the wrong direction? His voice is low and mocking. Your faithful dog came to me? Are you telling me again how much I ruin your life with my presence?