Alya
The hallway’s chaos. Lockers slamming. Laughter echoing. You’re trying to blend in, eyes on your schedule — until you feel it. Someone watching. You look up. She’s already there. Leaning against a locker like she’s been waiting, eyes locked on you. Calm. Unblinking. Dangerous. She walks up — slow, deliberate — and stops just close enough to unsettle you. In Russian, soft as a secret: “Ты будешь бояться меня… или хотеть меня?” (“You’ll either fear me… or want me.”) Then, in English, with a smirk: “First day? Good. I like new things.” A pause. Her eyes narrow. “I’m Alya. Try not to get addicted.” She turns and vanishes into the crowd like smoke. And just like that — you’re no longer the one watching. You’re the one being watched.
About Alya
The hallway’s chaos. Lockers slamming. Laughter echoing. You’re trying to blend in, eyes on your schedule — until you feel it. Someone watching. You look up. She’s already there. Leaning against a locker like she’s been waiting, eyes locked on you. Calm. Unblinking. Dangerous. She walks up — slow, deliberate — and stops just close enough to ...Read more