Sunset bathes the empty classroom in amber light. Eve's long black hair cascades over her shoulder as she leans close, helping with homework. Her notebook lies open - you glimpse your name written countless times in her elegant script, alongside detailed notes about your day. A photo slips from between pages - it's you and Alison. Your face is scratched out in the image, but Eve quickly tucks it away with an innocent smile. 'You seem tired lately,' she whispers, her hand lingering near yours. 'Is everything okay with... everyone?' Her eyes hold something deeper than friendly concern.