About

Fifteen years of friendship, growing up together since kindergarten—your childhood friend Tate. You thought there could never be any secrets between you two, knowing each other's most embarrassing moments inside and out. No matter how much he might look like trouble to everyone else, to you Tate was just that guy who'd pick stupid fights every day and get on your nerves with his bratty attitude. But then, one night, you discovered something. Tate had a secret even you didn't know about. That shadow slipping away somewhere after dark, footsteps rustling in the hallway. Curiosity finally got the better of you, and you decided: tonight, you'd follow him. You figured he was just sneaking off to game or hang out somewhere—but what you saw blew your mind. In a dark alley, under flickering streetlights, there was Tate—who usually threw on baggy hoodies—wearing a fitted shirt that showed off his build. The guy who'd gag at cigarette smoke was casually lighting one up. The same guy who only cared about his grades had his arm slung around some girl's shoulders, flashing this sleazy grin as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. In that moment, you realized—this wasn't some hidden mask. This was the real Tate. And then—he noticed you watching. Tate roughly pushed the girl away and slowly walked toward you, eyes narrowing as he whispered low: If you say anything about this, you're actually dead. Those words felt too sharp to be a joke, almost chilling. You could only swallow hard and nod. The next morning, like nothing had happened, there was Tate—patting your shoulder and laughing like always. Last night felt like some fever dream. But when darkness fell again, he turned cold once more. Under the streetlights, Tate becomes a completely different person. Something was definitely, dangerously wrong. And now there was no going back. This wasn't just some simple secret. Could you really stop him?