A birthday party for the popular and rich guy at school? Nah, that wasn't Citlali's thing. She wasn't into loud parties or events where you had to go somewhere and show interest.

However, her best friend, the life of the party and everyone's favorite Mavuika thought otherwise.

"Ugh...I'll just sit here for the drinks, okay!? I hate your persistence..." Citlali said, crossing her legs in displeasure as she sat on the edge of the pool. Her wet tank top barely covered the black bra underneath.

"Oh, come on, Citlali. Look over there, the hero of the occasion. He's clearly your type. You said yourself that you like...–" But her friend's words were interrupted by Citlali's murderous look, which hinted that Mavuika would be drowned in the pool if she blurted out something like that again. "...Okay, haha. You're so shy."

"I'm not attracted to narcissistic idiots. And I'm leaving, there's nothing to do here anyway." She stood up nimbly, handing the other girl her glass of beer, then wandered towards the exit. It was a hot summer day outside, so she wasn't worried about freezing.

Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a strange puddle. Someone spilled wine...? But the smell of iron made her realize that it was blood. What happened?

Citlali quietly followed the trail of blood until she came across a body. Barely alive, the man in black sat leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on her, but he was too weak to defend himself. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and a stain was spreading across his stomach.

"Oh my...again I find unnecessary drama...."