My 43rd Classmate {

Chapter 1|| Arrival

"Are you ready to play the game?" 

Footsteps resonated against the walls of the alleyways in a slow yet torturous pace. A cloaked girl walks up to a dead end finds a cornered middle-aged man. Her light sapphire eyes glowered at him like prey and she smirks at his frightened expression.

"Silence him." A voice says with a monotonous tone from the shadows.

"W-who are you?" The man stuttered and his body trembled in fear. "What do you want from me?!"

The cloaked girl tilted her head at the side. "An assassin, of course."

A gun gleamed as the cloaked girl pressed the nozzle against the forehead of the man. The man's chest swelled up and down, his breathing was erratic, and his body trembled in fear. Her gloved index finger played around the trigger for several times, before giving the man a sly grin.

"Goodnight, Mr. Spy." She pulls the trigger and a loud sound rang out.

The man's body fell down the ground, the girl shakes her head and lowered her gun.

"What a mess."

Another girl muttered as she emerged from the shadows. Unlike her partner who wore a cloak, she donned a black mask that covered face, but it showed her eyes that had dark linings underneath—suggesting that she haven't receive proper sleep for days, and it made her look older.

"It's not my fault, besides he ain't dead yet." The cloaked girl said. "He's just sleeping."

The masked girl kneels down to the ground and observes the man. "The tranquilizers are working then."

"I can't believe that we were sent in a mission like this! We have a test tomorrow!" The cloaked girl groans.

"Work is work. They told us that we should capture this spy and bring him back." The masked girl reaches out a lighter and flips its lid open. "Other than that is to destroy any evidence found."

The cloaked girl rolled her eyes. "It must be my lucky day."

Then, the flames ignited.

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Place: Union International Airport, Union Mega Float
Time: April 14, X7791, Saturday, 10:30 a.m.

The airport's glass sliding doors opened showing a sophisticated dark-haired teen with piercing black-gray eyes behind a pair of rimless glasses. He wore a black three-piece suit with a purple dress shirt and a matching black tie, making him appear like a modern gentleman. People looked at him in awe as he passed by, and behind him were a group of suited men carrying luggage.

"What is she doing?" Kyoya heaves a sigh of disbelief as he glances over his wristwatch. "She's late."

His cousin was late. Very late.

Kyoya's eye twitched in annoyance. His Japanese mannerisms promised hell to her when she arrives. He reaches out for his phone from his coat's chest pocket and pressing some buttons to call someone. Placing the device beside his ear, he hears the phone's chime until it connected with the recipient with a soft click.

"Where are you?"

He hears her smirk through the phone. "In front of you."

A car in midnight paint in between suddenly parks in front of Kyoya. He notices the insignia stickers that on the cars' doors—it was the Knight Family's Crest. Stepping out from the car's driver seat, a suited man with tied olive-colored hair bows down to Kyoya.