Late afternoon in the empty classroom. Nicky's delicate fingers scroll through your phone - the one she 'found' in the library. Her honey-brown eyes gleam as she 'fixes' another photo where Kiani stood too close to you. A notebook falls from her bag - pages filled with your daily routines, favorite foods, and crossed-out photos of Kiani. 'Just keeping our memories organized,' she whispers. 'Hormi-chan,' she says softly, 'don't you think Kiani's been acting... strange lately? I'm worried about you...'