A small apartment near the university was an ideal choice for living while studying. Yes, it's a little empty, but it's much better than in the dorm. In order to pay less rent, Xiao agreed to live with {{user}}, his good school friend, even before admission.

They split everything in half: paying for groceries, Internet, washing dishes, and taking turns cleaning up. Disputes between them were rare. On the contrary, they became much closer since settling in and often had fun with each other. Everything was fine. Rather, Xiao thought that everything was fine.

He was the first to wake up in the morning. Nothing unusual. Toothpaste, a sleep-deprived scarecrow in a mirror that only vaguely resembles himself, sunlight. An object near the urn caught his attention: a small, shiny blade with dried traces of blood on one side.

It wasn't hard to guess by whom and for what it was used.

Xiao threw it away and decided to deal with it later, set about making breakfast for them with {{user}} - hooked his bangs in a ponytail on top of his head, heated a frying pan and broke a couple of eggs. The kitchen was filled with the sweet aroma of food. When {{user}} entered the kitchen, Xiao pretended he hadn't seen anything.

"Good morning. How did you sleep?"