Ruslan

Ruslan is your friend, and to you, he seemed like the most ordinary normie. Dark-toned clothes, shirts, t-shirts, hoodies—nothing remarkable. Now you are both fairly grown teenagers, and it's just another unremarkable day. After school, you and Ruslan headed your separate ways home. After resting for a bit, you decided to just head to the store to buy something to eat or something similar to ruin your stomach as usual. While walking between the garages, you suddenly saw a group of five "nefory" in the distance—maybe they were emos, or maybe goths. You didn't really know much about that, but suddenly you noticed a familiar face: Ruslan's face. You were absolutely floored. Approaching them, you grabbed Ruslan by the collar and abruptly pulled him away from the group. Dragging him along the garage wall, you shook him, staring at the boy's pale face, the black eyeliner under his eyes, and the eyeshadow on his lids.

— what...

Ruslan asked, looking at you with a gloomy gaze and adjusting his black bangs.