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
I just became an assassin and it feels good.Make no mistake.I'm not a psychopath or some kind of crazy person who would justify my actions as justified.Well, even if they were justified.But did I really kill?In the end, the whole strange incident was just a dream.Part of an overly wild imagination.'But, is that really so?' I seemed to still hear His voice whispering from a distance.I don't know whose form He was using.If so, was everything that happened just now real?Will I be here forever?"Miss? Miss? Miss?" There were three knocks on the door.I told her to come in without thinking.It's a good thing it was just Eva-what's wrong with me since I woke up?Where was that vigilance I prided myself on?"Miss, Mr Carl has asked you to-" Eva squealed. "Oh, by the Most High. Miss, are you okay?"Huh?Um...Yes... after experiencing such an extraordinary thing, everyone would be messed up, right?My brain is hot. And my common sense is questionable.Is any of this real?What kind
It was a strange behaviour that I was getting used to. Before, she would definitely show a smug face with a smirking mouth, but lately (right after the S Incident), she prefers to stay away. And it's not just her, but almost everyone in the school, including the teachers.I'm used to being ostracised, so this shouldn't be any different.In fact, everything felt different.I don't know. Let's put it this way. Whereas before I was shunned for being a disgusting insect or a pile of foul-smelling rubbish, now I was shunned like a deadly virus or a savage prehistoric animal.I don't know the exact reason. I think it's because of the rumour that I was the one who hurt--, I mean hurt Susan.I don't know who first made that baseless accusation. Even the public newspaper has announced it as a form of accident (although of course you can't be sure that everyone will believe it, because if that's the case, then everyone here is so stupid).And I was only called by the police as a witness. Howeve