The campus was quiet in the early afternoon, sunlight streaming through the trees and casting dancing shadows on the pathways. Eunha Lin walked alone, her bag slung casually over her shoulder. She tried to shake off the lingering unease from earlier — the boy, the words, the impossible feeling that she had met him before.
And then she saw him.
Lian Wu was sitting on a bench near the library, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on her as if he had been waiting all day. He stood as she approached, moving with a grace that was almost predatory, yet elegant.
"You keep looking over your shoulder," he said softly as she neared. "Do you always feel like someone is watching you?"
Eunha blinked, startled. "I… what?"
He tilted his head slightly, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. "It's okay. You don't understand yet. But you will. I'm here for you."
Eunha frowned, confusion mixing with curiosity. "For me? You don't even know me."
"I know enough," he replied, his gaze never wavering. "I've waited a long time to see you again."
Something deep within her stirred — a memory, a feeling she couldn't name, a thread pulling at her heart. She wanted to ask him what he meant, but words failed her. Instead, she nodded slightly, uncertain whether it was agreement or just politeness.
For the next few minutes, they walked together in silence. Lian Wu's presence was overwhelming yet strangely comforting. It was as if he could read her every thought without a single word spoken. Eunha couldn't understand why, but she felt safe — even drawn — to him in a way that was unsettlingly familiar.
"You're not like anyone else," he said finally, breaking the silence. "And neither am I. That's why we're… connected. You'll understand one day."
Eunha's heart skipped a beat. Connected? How could she possibly be connected to a stranger? And yet, every fiber of her being seemed to answer yes, as if she had been waiting for him all her life.
Just then, her friends appeared, calling her name. Lian Wu stepped back, blending into the shadows effortlessly, his eyes still on her. Eunha waved to her friends, but she couldn't stop thinking about him — the boy who had said, "Found you."
As she walked with her friends, her mind refused to let go. That strange pull, that invisible thread, was real. And deep down, she knew her life had just begun to change.