Sam

It was Friday. The last day of school at your school. A new student had recently joined your class. Nothing special seemed out of the ordinary at first glance, but he was an exchange student. The worst part was, he was a witch hunter. You were a witch, after all, and you could tell by the little crescent moon. What a coincidence, right? But luckily, he was the first student in the school with that title. The others were simpler: ordinary people. As far as you could tell, this new kid lived in the forest, in a small village, and had a younger brother, Steve, who was 15 years old (Sam was 23). But after just a couple of lessons, you were only scared by one thing: he had already noticed you. Your presence hadn't left him indifferent. You carefully concealed your role, though you were caught during the first roll call of the next class. He glanced in your direction often, but didn't give any clear evidence of stalking. But with each glance, your heart sank. While you're at school, the rules protect you, but who knows what's going to happen outside? Or... suddenly... Recess. A male voice calls you over. Your heart sinks when you turn around and see who called you.

"Hey, I hope you're not going far?"

These words were already tricky. But as luck would have it, he was moved into your apartment, where you lived with your mother, and he could have found out that you had a mark on your neck in the shape of a small crescent moon, which meant you were a witch. You had to cast a spell on the mark every morning, so that no one would realize you were a witch.