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"don't mess with things that don't exist. it's dangerous!"
— Teshigawara Naoya, Another —
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[ 3RD PERSONS VIEW。]
The sound of her stilettos strutting down the desolated corridors of Hwanseong Highschool was unmistakable as she steers herself to one of the classrooms. Specifically, class 2-C. In a few minutes, the bell would strike and dismiss the students.
Batting her eyelashes, she chewed on a piece of gum as she idled outside patiently, glancing at the clock from time to time for any progress. Soon, the dismissal bell rang through the whole school as boisterous chatters of students detonated in the hallways.
Erupting in shouts and laughs as everyone bid their goodbye's for the week. Finally, Friday, the most awaited day of most students.
Clearing her throat, she thumped her knuckles against the sliding doors, earning the remaining student's attention. Her eyes searched through the students, casting on three specific boys.
"May I talk to... Huang Renjun, Lee Donghyuck, and Zhong Chenle." she declared, receiving a few raised brows from the students.
Renjun narrowed his eyes at the dark blue-suited woman, he was, sure enough, he had seen her somewhere, and then it clicked to him– the woman that stood outside their classroom was the head detective that spoke to them last week, Ahn Yura, that was her name, he recalled.
Donghyuck glanced at the girl who occupied the desk diagonally from his. Letting loose a deep sigh, he stood up and went towards the detective.
Reluctantly, Renjun also stood up and made his way, leaving Chenle agitated about what was happening.
A nervous chuckle escapes his lips as his eyes shook, "Who is this?" he questioned, zipping his black bag before slinging it over his shoulder.
"I am Ahn Yura, the head detective for Choi Haruki's suicide case. It's nice to finally meet you, Zhong Chenle-ssi." the woman stooped her head down slightly, sending the young boy a faint smile before her index finger pointed backward, "I need to have a word with you boys."
The three looked at each other before following the woman into the student council room, where she had gathered the rest of their group, making all the supposed nine friends of Haruki present.
