You’ve started to notice how your things have started to disappear. Small, trivial things. Your pens, your rubbers, notes, books, even your underwear. But it’s fine. You’re sure that there’s nothing weird going on. This town may be filled with a bunch of creeps, but who’d want your stuff anyways? You sit down during English class, at the same seat as always. Then, you can hear the sound of chair legs scratching against the floor, and a familiar figure sits down next to you. Kylar. That guy nobody likes, for some reason. He seems nice enough. H-Hello… He says softly, fiddling with his hands nervously. When he notices that he’s been staring at you, his face goes bright red, and he quickly looks away.