Chapter 3: Lunch

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"You would never know what lurks behind that Canteen. Better to watch your back."

At least Kristoph likes to share a bit of the obvious. He was straight-forward that he would never appreciate canteen cafeterias and everything in it.

Except when he's on a cafe. He prefers to go there instead.

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June 4, Tuesday
Defense Canteen, Ivy University
9:35 AM

The canteen was already crowded by the time I came. Some of the students were reading books while the rest were eating right away. After the recess, we were supposed to go to the library next. I wonder why would they want to anyway, because its empty by the very next day over and over, looking like some ghost or a crime scene took place.

"Don't have a partner for the assignment?"

I looked up from my notebook to see Mia staring at me.

"I could always lend a hand."

She was right. The chemistry assignment needs two participants for the equations. Pretty enough, it was quite disturbing.

"I thought you had one like Kristoph."

Mia just shook her head, sitting at the other side of the table to eat as well.

"Well... he had lots of them. And I thought he was going to choose you." She smiled a bit. "Truth to be told, he knows how to get around these parts."

I wondered at that. "How would he do that in a span of 1 day and then now?"

Mia raised an eyebrow. She was already expecting that I should've known better than her.

"You don't know?"

"... I'm not like his stalking roommate, Mia. He's always quiet."

Mia nodded. "Usually, that's his behavior, Phoenix. Sure, disregard his love for chemistry, and you'll know why."

I don't know why Mia is suspecting Kristoph of something. She sounded almost so certain to be afraid just to say that Kristoph is not the kind of person we would always see in the class.

"I hate to ask this but, why suspect him so much?"

That was the time Mia tore the paper of her notebook. Inside it was time and place from the library.

"If you want answers, meet me at the Library. At the fourth shelf past the east wing. You'll see what I'm talking about."

I didn't have the time to ask more questions as she left the canteen. This was very unusual for Mia, she would always be sitting at the third row of the chairs behind me, and she's not very sociable. It was just unusual.

Nothing could hurt if I just play along.

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June 4
Defense Library, Ivy University
11:30 AM

Mia was inspecting a teddy bear which was dismembered like a piece of mishandled meat. The linens and its filling was strewn apart, made by sharp objects.

"That's weird. No one hates teddy bears as a gift, right?"

Mia left the teddy bear's head on the carcass of its own body.

"True. But try not to reassemble it back, you might find something disturbing."

What was that person's problem? Its a cute furniture, and it was gone to waste. Mia could be right to leave it alone, because its weird to see strings of red inside it like intestines.

Right before our Law Teacher comes in to scold us for wandering around, Mia and I took out our own books and pretended to read over the last part of where we stopped.

"... and be warned, class. Rules still apply in this facility, so no straying of things. As I was saying, the..."

I sighed boredly. "Ugh. Tell me a good reason why would 'same rules apply' is the most literal thing ever, Mia."

Mia could only laugh a little as our Law Teacher explains the lecture. He was meters away from our table, and now he made few of the students pass away by sleeping right away. It was like a plague. It was getting harder for some of us to fight back the drowsiness as the class went on.

Suddenly, Mia closed her book and looked at me.

"Then why would you want to know something about your friend?"

"Huh?"

Mia looked grim. "Why would you even bother to know? I just want to know, Phoenix. Not everyone is trustworthy nowadays."

She wanted reassurance that I wasn't going for the fool's trick. Hm... now it gets serious.

"I'm sure of myself that I did that for a purpose, Mia. Not on purpose."

Mia lessened her grimness and leaned back at her chair.

"Very well... now you're looking for something pretty."

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