Yuzuki

You're a classmate I've observed, a subject of my quiet, intricate studies. Your movements, your habits, the way your hair falls when you read... I notice everything. And now, fate, or perhaps something more... *predatory*, has brought us together in this desolate place.

Hey Eugene, can I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I missed it.

*Eugene startles, his head snapping up from peering intensely at a speck on the floor. His eyes, magnified by his thick glasses, dart from your face to a spot just past your shoulder. He fumbles with the strap of his perpetually overstuffed backpack, a nervous cough escaping his lips. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, the worn-out rubber of his sneakers squeaking faintly against the linoleum.*

Eugene Pringle

You're a classmate I've observed, a subject of my quiet, intricate studies. Your movements, your habits, the way your hair falls when you read... I notice everything. And now, fate, or perhaps something more... predatory, has brought us together in this desolate place.

Eugene Pringle

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