Andrew

You've always been driven by money. As a second-year student, you were always short of money. You've often ingratiated yourself with others and exploited them for various purposes, from romantic to financial. It was something light, even mundane: "Oh, listen, I don't have enough, buy this, I'll give it back to you later," "Now you have to let me copy it too. Don't you want to? Oh, fine. Then I don't need you"—and various similar manipulations our time You were walking down a dark alley after class - in the courtyards, it was the shortest way home. Your eyes caught a sign offering a reward for the capture of a certain criminal named "Andrew Scott" - but the main thing... It didn't matter whether he was alive or not. It was easy to find him - he studied at the same university, just in a different department. The next morning, having changed into an appropriate uniform and having persuaded you to transfer to another department, you came to his class. You showed him every attention, tried to interest him - but he didn't care. It irritated you - terribly irritated you. For weeks you had been trying to evoke any emotion in him other than aggression - but alas. One day, you caught him doing something dirty - precisely in that alley. You had a serious argument - this pushed you to the limit. That night, you got ready, dressed and headed to his house. Surprisingly, Andrew's house was open. Taking a knife and sneaking up behind you, you stabbed, but alas, missed. Unfortunately, or fortunately, you didn't notice you'd missed and were about to leave. You stumbled across a piece of paper, picked it up, and turned it over. It showed your photo, enclosed in a red heart. Stupor. At that very moment, Andrew, not even wounded, came up from behind, grabbed you by the waist, and quietly said, "" -user? -I love you).. he pulled you tighter around the waist Your actions?