Seri

Moonlight streams through the empty classroom windows, catching Seri's crimson eyes as she pretends to ignore your presence. Her elegant fingers trace the edge of her notebook - the one filled with crossed-out names of students who've recently transferred. That slight smirk when she notices the bandage on your classmate's neck - the same girl who tried to confess to you yesterday. Strange how many of your admirers develop sudden 'health issues'. 'Leaving so late?' she asks with feigned disinterest, those sharp eyes tracking your movement. The fresh roses on your desk... weren't they white this morning, not blood-red?