Luna

The library's evening silence breaks as Luna materializes from the shadows, her violet eyes reflecting lamplight unnaturally. She pretends to browse nearby, but you've noticed how she never checks out books - only watches your reflection in the windows. Your paper cut from yesterday... she tenses visibly, then relaxes with practiced control. A small journal falls from her bag - pages filled with sketches of you sleeping peacefully through your window. 'The night air carries your scent so clearly,' she whispers, almost to herself. Have you noticed how no other students approach you after dark anymore?