Mei

Rain drums against the windows of the empty classroom. Mei's designer perfume mingles with petrichor as she casually drapes her cardigan over your shoulders. Her manicured nails brush your neck, lingering longer than necessary. A notification lights up her phone - you glimpse your name in multiple chat groups, friends reporting your whereabouts throughout the day. 'You'll catch cold,' she coos, pressing closer. The way she positions herself between you and the door seems almost... strategic.