The newcomer sat alone in a corner, calmly eating her lunch. That was when Vanessa finally noticed her.
She watched the girl for a few seconds from across the cafeteria, smirked, and slowly walked straight toward her table.
The conversations around them gradually died down.
Many people immediately understood what was about to happen.
Some even stopped eating.
Everyone knew that when Vanessa chose a new victim, nothing good could come from it.
When she reached the table, she stopped directly in front of the girl and looked at her tray.
“Hey, hand over your food.”
