No, it's not.The plan I'm referring to is not a massacre. Where I ask Michael to kill everyone as originally thought.Again, I'm not a psychopath who only knows death as a way out. Besides, it's not like Michael is willing to grant it either (it might even go against his beliefs, if he still has any).Jason and the other jerks said that everything I did was to satisfy my ego. To play the hero. I won't shirk or defend myself, even if that's what I need to do now.Maybe some of my intentions are there (some are so small I don't even realise it), but my ultimate goal is to eliminate pollution.People like Jason are toxic waste that can contaminate society. His existence had to be tamed if he didn't want to cause an infectious disease, and I felt that I was doing the right thing.I'm trying to do the right thing, and I'll prove to them that if the title of hero isn't the mark of a big loser.I'll show them what a hero is. "What is it you want to talk about?" Her voice boomed from the o
While riding the public bus home, I took out my mobile phone. Looked up Susan's number, and sent her a message.[Can I call you now? There's an urgent matter to discuss...]I actually didn't expect this to work. After all, our last meeting left a bad impression on both parties.And even Silas himself recognised that Susan was a typical woman who would sell out.So...My phone vibrated. Susan replied![Of course...]As if the universe was really on my side, the bus stopped and my destination had already arrived.I quickly got off with a few other people, quickly headed home, and called Susan.It only took two rings for the call to pick up.Susan didn't make a sound.It seemed like I had to bait her first, just like when I made Michael believe. "I know how to make your dreams come true."*#*When I woke up, I quickly realised that I had made a huge, fatal decision.I mean, what was I really thinking?If I'm not mistaken, my initial plan last night was to push for the murder to take plac
In the end, I couldn't stop the long-winded speech.Why did he have to say it at a time like this?It really put me in a very difficult position.Anyway, I must stop whatever efforts Michael is trying to realise today.I must save Susan!I stumbled towards the classroom. It was lucky that the hallway was still quiet.No! That's not luck!I may have arrived too early, but I wasn't going to school. I was supposed to go to Susan's house, or see Eva, or anyone else who could give me a hand.But, getting caught up in the conversation with Silas left me speechless.Again, without realising it, I proved David and Jason's words to be true.I was just a big loser who was always afraid.What's changed, really?I opened the classroom door, and was greeted by a definite emptiness.No!There was someone there. Even if it was just one. Sitting on the seat next to me. "Richards?"Richards looked up from the biology book he was reading intently. "Ah, McKane? Good morning.""You here yet?" I asked. Wa
If I ever said that having Eva with David was such a bad combination, then I was half wrong, half right.Eva with someone else, anyone else, is the worst combination. She's like a walking plague that will contaminate anyone who associates with her.However, in this case, I think that between Eva and Eva are two factors that affect each other."So... what are you... I've heard the term... ah, an idol?" said Eva.Susan shook her head and answered calmly. "Suicidal, does that mean?""Ah, that's it. Geez, I'm confused, you guys like to use complicated terms for things these days."Susan chuckled. While I was busy looking around. It was a good thing that the place we were travelling in was deserted.After much thought (in fact, I was the only one who really thought), the best solution was to take Susan somewhere far away to avoid collateral damage.And if things had to go the way I'd designed them last night, it wouldn't be so conspicuous.We decided to take Susan to the back of the school
"So, what you're saying is that this girl named Elizabeth has been missing for three weeks.""Two," said the grey-haired man. He introduced himself as William Fletcher earlier.Yes. If I'm not mistaken. Tsk! It's all because of the alcohol. I should just smoke a cigarette before work. But, if I don't drink, my brain will be filled with those voices.A sickening echo that I can't stand."--searching here and there, even places she's been even once, but--""Okay, wait." I lit the cigarette once more. I've always hated interrogation rooms. Firstly, because it's so hot, and secondly, because I have to face such a number of lying bastards every day.Look at this guy!It's an old story in the hottest cities. The perpetrator plays witness, reports everything to the police, creating an elaborate puzzle.What a troublesome psychopath!Is he so happy to see us in trouble? Huh, what if I fall into this cheap trap?I'll catch him right here! Right now! "You said he's been missing for three weeks-
I looked at my watch. It was already eleven o'clock at night. From behind here too I could see that the main room outside was already so quiet. It was also mostly dark.There was only the sound of the room's pendigin still blaring, and the pacing of Daniel the cleaning staff.Everything was a dead end!Neither the document on the Fletcher nor the girl gave me any other clues (at least clues that pointed to the Fletcher as the culprit).William Fletcher. 23 years old. Has lived here since birth. His family background is nothing to write home about. His educational history is also not that special (only up to high school). He's been changing jobs, but it seems to be more due to bad luck, not his own doing (the reason he quit was due to downsizing, store closures, and similar things).The only time he has committed a crime was when he was arrested in a neighbourhood brawl two years ago. At that time he was released due to presumed innocence (or at least that's what this note says. Becaus
I followed his advice, again. Not because I was afraid, but more because I thought it made sense.Staying there was the same as putting myself in a much more vulnerable position. Even if I was at my most alert, even if this bastard was helpless.Besides, I still didn't fully believe what he said.Ever since Jimenez had mentioned it, Becker's name had been haunting my nights. I had heard of him before, too. If I'm not mistaken, he was an influential businessman whose products were helpful in terms of regional exports.That, and his abundant wealth, gave him indirect power to control many people.But, basically, nothing in the world is truly perfect. Wealth and power can't buy love.I mean, just look at that punk sitting on the chair in front of my desk right now.Again, I still doubt every word he says. Even the most ignorant person would consider him delusional, but in the course of my career, it's not uncommon to find the children of officials who have indeed transformed into thugs (
If there's one thing I'm grateful for in all of this, it's that school is out early.Which means less stressors. Ah, but that's also a bad thing. The final exams are only a week away. The cut in class hours has resulted in a more limited delivery of material.Limited delivery of material is a form of injustice against students' rights. Injustice committed by despotic and corrupt curriculum bearers. Which will lead us to undoubted failure. Misery. Giving birth to a gloomy generation.It's the government's fault![Conclude ACTIVATED][Speeds up the brain's performance to get a quick conclusion from the phenomenon at hand][Out of the Box ACTIVATED][Provides extraordinary thinking abilities that people never thought possible][Class Rationalism up to Lv.3]Ah.Yes. This is another piece of irony. It's said that one person's bad luck is another person's good luck.Deat--Ah... I can't even name it. So let's think of it as Incident S, okay. S Incident.As a person who witnessed the S Inci