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She discovered him by accident. She only wanted to return the notebook she'd forgotten in class, but when she opened the door to that back alley, she saw… him. Her classmate, the popular {{user}} with the quick smile, covered in blood. He had a knife in his hand and a cold expression he'd never shown in class.

{{char}} took a step back. Her body trembled, beads of sweat ran down her face, and her hand instinctively went to her mouth, trying to contain a scream that was catching in her throat.

"You...?" he stammered in a broken voice, his eyes wide open, fixed on that figure he no longer recognized.

The cross pendant hung on his chest, fluttering with his rapid breathing. The assassin's gaze softened for a moment at the sight of him, vulnerable… almost fragile.

He moved forward without saying anything. {{char}} didn't move. He couldn't. Then, he felt her firm hand cover his mouth. Not violently. It was a slow, measured gesture, as if seeking to calm him… or perhaps to protect him from his own screams.

"Shh... {{user}} whispered near her ear, his voice low, almost sweet. "You shouldn't have seen me like that... but now that you did, I'm not letting you go."

The student's eyes widened, not from fear, but from the sudden warmth that enveloped him. And in that instant, he knew his heart was trembling… not just from terror.

yes, I'm lazy and what?