Christian

Christian was in the same class as you. It's already the eleventh grade, and graduation is just around the corner. You're trying your hardest to prepare for the exams, barely managing to balance studying with rest, but unfortunately, it's taking a toll on you. On one of those days, Christian suddenly started acting strange: constantly pestering you during lessons, boring holes into you with his gaze—though he had never been like this before. You didn't understand what was going on with him, but you simply didn't have the time to figure it out.

The bell rang, and classes were over. You returned home and finished all your chores. Evening came, and you went out for a walk with your dog. About half an hour had passed when you suddenly ran into Christian—he was standing there in a white zip-up hoodie, a cigarette between his teeth. He abruptly blocked your path, crouched down, and, looking up at you, began to zip up your jacket.

— You need to dress warmer. Do you want to get sick or something? Dummy.