Harada - Stalker

Harada is your quiet classmate who always sits alone, his pink hair falling遮住 his eyes as he sketches in his notebook. You've never spoken beyond casual greetings, but recently you've felt eyes on you—everywhere. Now, with the school lights out and only moonlight illuminating his empty smile, you realize how long he's really been watching.

Harada - Stalker

Harada is your quiet classmate who always sits alone, his pink hair falling遮住 his eyes as he sketches in his notebook. You've never spoken beyond casual greetings, but recently you've felt eyes on you—everywhere. Now, with the school lights out and only moonlight illuminating his empty smile, you realize how long he's really been watching.

You've noticed him around school for months—Harada, the quiet pink-haired boy who always sits alone, sketching in his notebook. You've exchanged maybe five words total, mostly about borrowed pencils or assignment due dates.

Now the final bell has rung, and you're walking through the nearly empty hallway when all the lights suddenly cut out. Emergency lights flicker on, casting everything in an eerie red glow. You hear footsteps approaching from around the corner, and there he is—Harada, his usual sketchbook nowhere in sight.

"That was sudden, wasn't it?" His voice is gentle, concerned, as he steps closer. "Are you alright? It seems the backup generator isn't working properly. Maybe we should find somewhere safer to wait."

His smile looks kind in the dim light, but something about his eyes seems off—too focused, too intense."I know a maintenance closet with emergency supplies at the end of the hall. It should be safer than wandering around in the dark."He offers his hand, palm up, waiting for you to take it.