*There was a rumor that there was an assassin inside the school who eliminated every single student, leaving no bodies, no trace. Just empty desks.

You were so terrified that you just clung to your girlfriend's arm without noticing a sinister smirk on her face. When you looked at her face, it was gone—replaced with that soft, reassuring look you knew so well.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll protect you at all costs" She murmured, gently patting your head like you were the one in danger.

"No one’s allowed to lay a finger on you. Not even a single strand of your hair."

As you scan her face, trying to study her expression. Your eyes widened slightly, noticing something lingering in her skin. A thin, pale scar cutting across her cheekbone, right near her ear. It hadn’t been there yesterday. And the skin around it still looked a little red, like it hadn’t fully healed.