After experiencing a plethora of stress and heartbreak , (Y/N) sought to run away from her past. To keep running meant that she wouldn't have to look back at the strings of broken hearts lying in her footprint's rest. Three years later, however, she...
I swear out. I was meticulous enough... So how? Why? Why is this happening to me?
I begin to rule out any person that may be a suspect... but as I lean back in my chair, my frantic eyes stare at the ceiling... I keep hitting brick wall, after brick wall... after brick wall. There is simply no one. Hoga Kakeru is just an introverted nobody with no enemies, no friends, no social life... So how?
WHY? Why did they send me this code? Were they just testing my brain maths? My capabilities...? No... that doesn't seem right. It doesn't seem like it'd be the only reason...
It was then did I hear another ping. I am quick. I snap back to my PC, fingers clenched tightly around the mouse that is too small for my hand.
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2:48PM
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I KNOW IT WAS YOU.
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This... this lunatic has a picture of my house?
I grit my teeth, glaring towards the windows that I have my curtains hanging over. So this was his end-game. This is what he wanted... He could've been waiting for me at the station the entire time...
Electricity fires through my veins as I reach for my switchblade— sitting undisturbed in my side drawer. I should just kill him now and be through with it. I clench the knife, vigorously plucking my grey and black jacket from my coat hanger. My movements are snappy, hasty.
I storm past my mother's room, grabbing my cap on the way out as well. A single thought shrouds my mind:
KILL THEM.
I know I have to. If he knows I am the one that killed Ennoshita, then he may have more on me... The message didn't insinuate such, but if he knows anything about my past life then I have to erase him. Imminently.
I burst past my outside door, clenching my teeth the way I clench this blade. I immediately make eye contact with a woman passing. She looks at me; crushed, terrified even. But with her head hanging low she bows, cradling her groceries close to her.
