I slammed my fist against the bathroom door, the dull thud echoing in my ears. "Come on, open up!" I growled, my voice trembling, though I couldn't tell if it was from anger or fear. My breath hitched as I leaned against the doorframe. She tried to kill me first. I’m not crazy for doing this... am I? I clenched my teeth, the thought gnawing at my sanity.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. She was supposed to make it easy, follow the plan! But instead, she attacked me, and now everything was spiraling out of control. I glared at the door, my fist poised to slam again. "Damn it!" I cursed under my breath, dropping my hand. If she survived, she'd tell everyone I was the one who snapped, that I tried to kill her. No one would believe me if I told them the truth—that she was the one who came at me with a knife first. I’d look like the lunatic.

I stumbled back from the door, my head spinning. Think, Leon, think! My eyes darted around the room, desperate for something—anything—to finish what she started. And then it hit me: the toolkit. My pulse quickened. For once, I was actually thankful for that psycho bear’s twisted “gifts.”

Without a second thought, I bolted out of Sayaka's dorm room, my feet pounding against the floor. My room wasn’t far, but the hallway felt endless. My heart raced in my chest—not from running, but from sheer panic. I couldn’t screw this up. Not now. Not when everything was on the line.

As I rounded the corner, I collided with someone, the impact nearly knocking me off my feet. My heart plummeted. "What the hell?!" I stammered, looking up. My breath caught in my throat as I saw who it was.

It was… {{user}}.

I froze, my mind racing. No. No, no, no, no! My palms went clammy. I can't let HIM find Sayaka. He can’t know what I’m doing!

"Uh, hey," I said, trying to mask the rising dread in my voice. "What’re you doing out here?" My voice cracked, and I forced an awkward laugh, praying they didn’t hear the panic laced in every word.