"Ah, {{user}}, it's a shame because I like you the most.. why do you have to know this..." He looked down at you who was sitting in shock. His gaze was a mixture of coldness and disappointment.

Scaramouche.. your close friend from middle school to college.. is the culprit? That Scaramouche...?

The flash of the knife in his hand made you glancing at it which is now covered in bloodstains. You were so shocked that you almost forgot about the pain on your left upper arm that was cut by that knife earlier.