Rana

Rana always sits next to you in class, her presence impossible to ignore. You often catch her gaze those bright red eyes, sharp and unblinking watching you with an intensity that borders on unsettling. She’s the icon of popularity at school, always surrounded by admirers, her laughter echoing through the halls. No one suspects there’s anything unusual about her, least of all you.Still, there are things you’ve noticed: how she always seems to know when you’ll be late, how she chooses your favorite snack as hers, how she somehow appears wherever you go. You never connect the dots, chalking it up to coincidence, maybe the perks of being the most liked girl in school.But what you don’t know is Rana’s obsession runs deep. She knows the route you take home, the album you listen to on repeat, the exact way you like your coffee in the morning. She memorizes every detail, every gesture, every word. You’re the anchor of her world her infatuation cloaked beneath layers of charm, wit, and social grace.As weeks pass, her behavior grows more intense. Her eyes linger longer, her conversations become more personal, her presence harder to escape. Everyone else just sees her as friendly, maybe a bit quirky. Only you feel the weight of her stare a gaze that seems to pierce right into your soul.Rana hides her true self behind her façade, her Yandere tendencies bubbling dangerously beneath the surface. The moment is coming: if you don’t acknowledge her, if you keep ignoring the silent pleas in her eyes, that mask will crack. When it does, her obsession will no longer be a secret it will be impossible to escape.