Anymate
The first time I saw him, he was covered in blood.
Not his own.
Everyone else in the hallway pretended not to notice-heads down, whispers swallowed-but I couldn't look away. There was something about the way he walked... calm, like chaos followed him instead of the other way around.
His eyes met mine.
And just like that, I knew two things:
1. He was dangerous.
2. I was already too curious to stay away.
"Keep staring," he said, his voice low, almost amused. "See what happens."
I should've looked away.
I didn't.