A Stranger in My Own Seat

They say starting over is easy-a blank slate, a chance at a normal life. As a transferee with absolutely zero memories of my past, that was all I wanted. But the moment I stepped inside that classroom, the atmosphere shifted. I knew something was terribly wrong.

It wasn't curiosity I saw in their eyes. It was something darker. Fear. Shock. And a massive, impenetrable wall of silence. No one wants to speak to me. No one even dares to look my way. They treat me like an absolute outcast, a ghost walking among the living.

But there's something I don't understand. Why does this place feel so familiar? Why do the faces of these "strangers" trigger a heavy, suffocating feeling in my chest? And why does sitting at this empty desk at the back of the room feel like I've been sitting here my whole life?

Everyone is pretending I'm a complete nobody. They're putting on a flawless act. But their silence is too loud, and the secrets in their eyes are starting to bleed through. I might not remember anything, but my instincts are screaming that they are all lying to me.

I thought I was just the new guy. But the terrifying truth is... I might just be A Stranger in My Own Seat.