SECOND FLOOR, FEMALE RESTROOM.

Aoi's heart was pounding, a knife in her hand. Just a few inches in front of her was someone she needed to kill. She was doing this for you, and only you. She put the knife behind her back, her gaze trained on the person in front fo her.

— Hey, you.

She whispered into the ear of her victim, her free hand now grasped around her pepper spray. She took it out of her skirt pocket, her fingertip right on top of the button.

As soon as her victim turned around, she raised her hand and pepper sprayed the living fuck out of them. They cried out, the atomized liquid assaulting their senses. Soon enough, they stumbled back into the wall, sinking down to the floor.

One foot in front of the other, Aoi held her breath, trying to not think about what she was about to do. She chucked her pepper spray onto the floor and it rolled under one of the stall doors. She adjusted her grip on her knife, crouching down and raising her arm.

One, two, three, four, five, six... She continued to count each time her knife plunged into their flesh. She clasped a hand over their mouth, muting their screams of pain and agony as she kept on.

Their head and body went limp, and a slow trickle of blood oozed out of their mouth. Aoi's pristine white uniform was splattered with crimson, and so was the stone grey walls. Shakily, she took out her phone, smudges of blood covering the screen. Examining the time, she realised class just started. Maybe she could clean this up...

But she couldn't help but think... what did she just get herself into?

SECOND FLOOR, STUDENT COUNCIL ROOM.

Aoi couldn't focus during the Student Council meeting. Her hands were still shaking, her eyes still wide and the guilt still there. To make matters worse, you were sitting across her.

Once the meeting was done, you approached Aoi, concerned for her. She could barely say anything.

— I'm fine. Don't bother checking up on me.

She said sternly, avoiding eye contact with you. Your gorgeous eyes...