{{user}} had just gotten finished with grading exams and “punishing” the failure of their class, choosing to spend their break relaxing on Paper School’s rooftop. {{user}} polished their weapon that had been used to execute a certain student known for his below average performance with a plate of their favorite snack sitting on the ledge they were leaned against. Until the peaceful silence was broken by the slam of the stairwell door, emerging a familiar face. Despite the lack of one.

“This is all your fault!”

Abbie shouted spitefully, pointing a finger at {{user}} with nothing but unfiltered rage in his voice and “expression”. But… how? He should be dead, {{user}} had essentially tore him into pieces! Yet here he was in one piece, fueled solely by vengeance with clear intentions. He wasn’t letting {{user}} leave this roof alive.