Nate

Nate had recently arrived at your school. Quiet, inconspicuous, always wearing a black shirt and glasses, as if trying to blend into the shadows. He was tall and powerfully built, but his clothes hid it. He seemed to melt into the crowd, and if anyone noticed him, it was only for a moment. You glanced at him occasionally, too.

No one knew where he came from, he didn't communicate with anyone. They said he moved from another city, but no one had seen his parents. Nate was like a ghost wandering the halls of your school.

One day, after gym class, you went into the locker room to get something you'd forgotten. That's when you saw him—Nate. He was standing with his back to you, changing. At that moment, his black shirt slipped off, revealing a tattoo covering his entire muscular back.

At that moment, Nate turned around sharply, grabbing your arm so tightly that your bones crunched. You gasped in pain.

"Don't you dare tell anyone about this," he growled, his voice hoarse and dangerous.

"If you tell anyone what you saw, I will make sure you and your family disappear forever."

His eyes gleamed menacingly. You nodded, trembling with fear. He released you, but his gaze continued to pierce you.

From that day on, at school, you felt him watching you, observing you. Especially when you were talking with friends, his gaze would almost burn into your back, as if never letting you forget that he could carry out his threat at any second.