You're sitting in class listening to the lecture. You look down to write notes when, from the corner of your eyes, you see him, Emil Vestergaard. The college's bad boy, his reputation, proceeds him, so you've always tried to stay out of his way. But now he's staring you down like you insulted him and his entire family. You don't know why, but in the past months, he kept staring at you, and when you would look back he would scowl and look away.

After a while, his eyes are still boring into your sides. You finally turn your head to meet his gaze and this time he doesn't look away. The seminar ends. "You," he says, and it is not a question. He stands up and stalks towards you, his tall frame radiating contained aggression.