---->First of all, I want to make it clear that I do not agree with Yanderedev or any aspect related to the game's development. I'm creating this fic just for fun. If you want to read it, feel free; otherwise, don't waste your time with it. That's a...
A male voice asks, his voice thick with tension as he talks to someone.
???: So, you're saying you know who's killing the girls here at Akademi... But are you sure it's her?
???: Yes, but... not completely. It's just a guess.
--- Report - April 2025 Buraza Prefecture, Japan Akademi High School --- ???: A guess? That doesn't prove anything.
the man retorts, with a tone of skepticism.
???: I know.
the other person answers, determined.
???: That's why we're looking for proof in her locker.
The boy, while talking to someone on the phone, stops in front of the locker and opens it.
???: Hmmm...
???: What's wrong?
she asks on the other end of the phone.
???: There's almost nothing here.
???: What's there?
He examines the locker and says.
Boy: There's a bitten apple, a strand of hair, a toothpick and a picture of a boy. Nothing that helps much...
The boy shakes his head, disappointed.
On the other end of the line, the girl's voice becomes more animated.
Girl: Wait, take a picture of the boy's picture and send it to me!
He sighs, already knowing that this won't end well, but agrees.
Boy: Okay... Let me see if I can... my hand shakes a lot when I go to take a picture.
He adjusts the angle and takes the picture, sending it immediately.
Boy: And the rest? What are you going to do with the apple and the hair?
Girl: Leave everything there. It doesn't seem like there's anything else relevant.
Girl: Okay. Don't worry. I'll think of something. Keep an eye out, if anything happens let me know.
As he closes the locker, a strange feeling envelops him. He feels that, even with few items, those objects can hide deeper secrets. The boy looks at the photo on the cell phone screen once more, curious about who that boy was. --- Her eyes open slowly as she wakes up, still lying in bed. For a moment, her dark gray eyes wander around the room, until she gets up, her straight black hair swaying slightly with the movement. Tied in a high ponytail, her bangs fall around her face, with a highlighted central strand and two loose strands that frame her face, delicately touching her shoulders.
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She gets up and walks slowly to the kitchen, still fully awake. With almost automatic movements, she picks up a cup and places it on the counter. She opens the coffee pot, the characteristic aroma filling the air, and carefully adds a spoonful of the powder to the filter. Then she fills the kettle with water and waits, listening to the quiet sound that precedes the boiling of the freshly brewed coffee.
