Lisa couldn't focus.
Kol's presence beside her was overwhelming. It wasn't just his intimidating aura—it was the way the air seemed heavier around him, the way her instincts screamed that he wasn't normal.
But the worst part? The flashes in her mind.
Since she was a child, Lisa had experienced strange dreams—visions of things she shouldn't know. At first, they were vague, just feelings and shadows. But over time, they became more vivid, filled with people she had never met, places she had never been.
And now, he was here.
A person she had only ever seen in those visions.
She could still see them clearly—the way Kol stood drenched in blood, a storm raging behind him. The way his golden eyes glowed as bodies piled around him.
And yet, in some dreams… he wasn't a monster. He was something else.
A boy who was lost.
A boy who suffered.
A boy who… regretted.
Lisa stole a glance at him. Kol sat perfectly still, his arms crossed, his expression blank. He wasn't taking notes or even pretending to pay attention. He just existed—like an immovable force in the room.
Then, suddenly, his gaze shifted—directly to her.
Lisa sucked in a breath.
His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he knew.
She quickly looked away, her heart hammering.
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After class…
Lisa hurried out of the room, needing space to think. But before she could take two steps, a voice stopped her.
"You keep staring at me."
She froze.
Slowly, she turned. Kol stood there, arms still crossed, his sharp eyes boring into her.
"I-I wasn't—"
"Yes, you were." His tone was unreadable. Not accusing, but… curious.
Lisa swallowed hard. "I just—You look familiar, that's all."
Kol studied her for a long moment.
Something about the way he looked at her made her skin tingle.
Then, he smirked slightly.
"You're not wrong."
Lisa blinked. "What?"
He stepped closer, and she felt her breath hitch.
"We've met before," he said, voice low. "Haven't we?"
Lisa couldn't answer.
Because she didn't know.
And yet… deep down, she felt the truth.
Yes.
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Later That Night…
Lisa sat on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
She needed answers.
Digging through her desk drawer, she pulled out an old leather journal—one she had kept since she was young. It was filled with sketches and notes about her visions, about the things she had seen but never understood.
Flipping through the pages, her hands trembled.
And then she found it.
A drawing.
A boy with piercing golden eyes, standing alone in a battlefield of corpses.
Kol.
Her heart pounded.
What did this mean?
And more importantly…
What was he really?