The girl walks down the sidewalk from the direction of the school. She's familiar for some reason. You don't know her but she seems like someone you have known. Makes no sense.

You stumble, then continue approaching. It's hard not to glance up. Girls hate when creeps stare at them. You pass, she speaks. 

"I know you, Mister?"

"Maybe."

Soon you have left a diner and enter your apartment.

Set down the coffee tray, smile, and sit beside her.

Opening your mouth to speak the dagger enters your throat. 

You choke, she smiles.

You were right, she has known you.