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Chapter 9 : The Captive of The Stolen Script

Raizel's eyes, dark and emotionless, bore into Arzen, making him feel small and insignificant.

"You should go to the infirmary."

Arzen's heart pounded in his chest as he stared at Raizel, who stood before him with a calm, almost eerie detachment. The sweat on Arzen's brow trickled down, making his hair stick to his forehead, and he struggled to keep his breathing steady.

'What...Why is he here?'

The thought flashed through Arzen's mind, but he couldn't muster the courage to voice it.

Arzen's gaze instinctively drifted to Raizel's left wrist—a habit he couldn't break, even though he had checked it earlier in the day. His eyes traced the faint blue veins under Raizel's pale skin, each line stark against the otherwise unblemished surface. Raizel noticed the glance, a slight twitch of amusement flickering in his eyes, though his face remained calm.

Raizel's eyes held a flicker of fascination, his head tilting slightly as he studied Arzen like an intriguing puzzle. Raizel couldn't help but wonder why this boy was so fixated on his wrist.

"I am not the one who hurt my hand."

Raizel's voice was measured, devoid of any emotion, but the words struck Arzen like a splash of ice water. Panic flashed in his eyes as he realized that the casual glance at Raizel's wrist hadn't gone unnoticed, and now, under Raizel's cold, calculating gaze, every inch of Arzen's body locked up in sheer terror. The creeping realization sent a chill down his spine, as if icy fingers were crawling over his skin.

Arzen's throat tightened, his voice struggling to find its way out. He looked at Raizel, his posture shrinking slightly under the weight of the other boy's unrelenting stare.

"Wh-what are you... doing here?"

Raizel's expression didn't shift; he remained a stone statue, his eyes dark and unyielding. Arzen's stuttered question only seemed to bounce off his impenetrable exterior.

"M-Mind your own business."

Arzen's voice rang with a false bravado, his hands betraying him by shaking uncontrollably. His attempt to sound tough fell flat, the bravado flimsy and transparent. Raizel's hand shot out, clamping onto Arzen's left wrist with a grip that felt more like a restraint than a touch. The sudden contact sent a jolt through Arzen, his eyes widening in shock.

"Wh-What are you doing?!!"

Arzen tugged, but Raizel's hold was unrelenting, like steel bands locking him in place. Raizel's deep black eyes bored into Arzen's blue ones, a strange mix of curiosity and something darker flickering in their depths.

"I don't like minding others' business, but my uncle's spouse told me not to ignore people in trouble. You look like you're in deep trouble."

Raizel's gaze dropped to Arzen's hand, blood still seeping from the wound and dripping onto the ground. The sight stirred nothing in Raizel's expression, but his grip tightened slightly, a silent acknowledgment of the severity of the situation. Arzen's heart pounded so loudly it drowned out everything else, each beat a reminder of how trapped he felt.

A swirl of confusion, anger, and a deep-seated urge to flee battled within Arzen. His legs twitched, wanting to run, but Raizel's hold anchored him in place.

"L-Leave me alone!"

Raizel remained unfazed, his calm demeanor unshaken by Arzen's plea.

"This is a public space in school. It's not up to you if I stay here."

Arzen's frustration bubbled over, and he clenched his free hand into a fist, his knuckles going white with the effort. His patience snapped, the urge to escape overpowering his fear.