Chapter 30: So You’re Saying You Don’t Remember

I’m wondering, what kind of kid is she?

How close did she get to Seo-jun, how many crises did she overcome, how great are her magic skills?

What’s her personality like, how does she speak?

‘Maybe good things will happen if we become friends.’

‘Because in this world, there doesn’t seem to be much point in making friends with others.’

Among the nameless people, the ones I can recall are Lee Si-hyun, yes, Si-hyun unni.

And the teacher and class president, whose last moments were quite intense.

As for me, I suppose I’m someone with a name, but considering I never appeared directly and was just a decapitated monster, maybe I’m nameless too.

“Y-You..! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“You tried to take mine, so, I panicked.”

At those words, the girl stares at me with a slightly dumbfounded expression before getting angry.

“You’re not supposed to smoke here in the first place!”

“And do you even know who I am!?”

It would have been nice if she just crawled out of the pond, but she insists on scattering water around, grabbing her staff, and rising into the air.

Then she taps her finger repeatedly on a rather flashy mark near her shoulder, pointing at it.

Honestly, it’s all just a bunch of things I don’t want to hear.

About how smoking on school grounds is punishable, about how I dare stand there so confidently after suddenly pushing her, and so on.

Her constant yapping makes her seem like the puppy that used to pester me to go out whenever Seo-jun came to the window, making me think she’s cute.

Still, then and now, whether cute or not, whether dog or human, the thought that comes to mind is similar.

‘Annoying.’

“A friend just died, so I’m quite sad.”

“But if some random person suddenly comes and starts yelling at me, I think I’ll become even sadder.”

“…Huh?”

And at those words, she came down to the ground, wearing an even more bewildered expression than before.

I chuckle and gesture for her to come closer.

For some reason, the girl obediently sits next to me.

‘I hate dampness.’

“Sit down.”

“I’ll tell you about that friend.”

“And you remember it.”

“I have a bad memory.”

And so, for a long time, I told this person I met for the first time about the person I just killed.

It didn’t seem too bad.

Though he died a bit pointlessly, it was a story of a heroic student who died from aggravated injuries sustained while fighting an evil villain.

“S-Still, regardless of your circumstances, I don’t think you should be smoking here.”

Saying that, she holds out her hand.

As if demanding I hand over the cigarette pack right now.

Since I had cartons of them piled up in my room anyway, I just gave it to her.

“What’s your name?”

“Yoo Ha-rin.”

“Come to the Disciplinary Committee later.”

“You still broke the rules, after all.”

“Hmm.”

“If you don’t come, I’ll come find you.”

“What’s your name?”

“Jung Seo-ha.”

The girl says that and flies off somewhere as if running away.

Of course, I didn’t go.

It doesn’t seem like she came looking for me either.

Or maybe it’s because I don’t go to class.

Every morning, someone comes to check if I’m staying here and informs me that there might be disadvantages later if I don’t attend class, but other than that, well.

Therefore, nothing much happened.

At most, I just got high on drugs, slept when tired, went out to buy the cheapest bread when hungry, and then slept again.

Playing jazz on the TV is my hobby, if you can call it that.

Oh, these days, I also listen to waltzes often.

Not stuffy classical music, but soundtracks from movies or things like that.

Anyway, fortunately, my favorite songs existed with slightly different titles, so I didn’t feel out of touch with the world.

Because I’m not alone.

Si-hyun unni, playing the piano next to me, is sitting right beside me.

Though she disappeared when I rubbed my eyes.

Anyway, I wasn’t lonely.

Even though nothing happened.

“S-Save me..! Please, I, I didn’t do anything!?”

“I didn’t do that to you on p-purpose!”

I rubbed my eyes again, and except for some strange people lying in the bathtub with their limbs slightly tattered, there was nothing else.

Looking at that, for some reason, my wrists also seem to hurt.

Of course, it’s just a feeling.

Well, I didn’t bring them here for anything special.

No, wait, since they came here on their own, is it a bit misleading to say I brought them?

Anyway, several C-rank students gathered in the back alley called out to me, perhaps needing a girl to harass or rape while walking down the street.

At first, I tried to avoid them, but when they made lightning spark from their hands and told me to follow them if I didn’t want to be fried, what could I do?

In the end, I had no choice but to follow them to the back alley, trembling.

Reporting them would be pointless anyway.

I just begged them to take me to my room instead of this filthy place.

Since it was cold, it seems they preferred indoors to outdoors.

On the way, I remembered what my only same-s*x friend, Hye-yeon, told me about CCTVs, so before passing the dorm’s main gate, I didn’t forget to shoot a small thorn and break it before I was recorded.

Anyway, that’s all I remember.

I was soaked in drugs, so recalling any thoughts in the first place was practically impossible.

Then I opened my eyes, and for some reason, several men, bleeding profusely from their hands and feet, were lying in the bathtub.

Naked, too.

Of course, I was properly dressed and undisturbed, so it seems I didn’t lose my mind and do anything I shouldn’t have.

However, when I looked in the mirror in the bathroom, my reflection wasn’t visible.

I don’t remember breaking the one in here; did I break it while high?

“Um, it would probably be best not to raise your voice.”

‘Anyway, it’s filthy.’

The person at the very bottom seemed already dead.

For some reason.

Since it doesn’t seem like I killed them, it’s none of my business.

I lightly ruptured something, letting the blood slowly fill the bathtub.

A slightly fishy smell rose, but it wasn’t something to worry about, so I just opened the window and ignored it.

What do I care?

“I-If you just let me out of here, I swear I won’t say anything.”

“I don’t care if you’re a villain or whatever, just.”

“Just let me out.”

“Please.”

“Please, I’m too young to die in a place like this.”

“I can’t possibly be a villain.”

“If I were, I would have already cut open your chest and taken everything valuable.”

Saying that, I slowly sliced only the surface from the bridge of his nose down to his chest with sharp blood.

First came pleas, then more pleas, and as he felt the rising blood, he started struggling.

“You want to live after personally crushing your friend to death?”

“You have no conscience.”

“That’s because you…!”

“And I won’t become a useless idiot like that.”

“You look truly pathetic.”

“Killing people just to get some money.”

“What you’re doing is no diffe–!”

Then, whether angry or desperate, he screams.

I lightly severed his vocal cords with a flick of my blood, and he became quiet, only the sound of boiling blood remaining.

Our eyes met.

Will he drown first, or bleed out first?

The entire room is stained red.

Red, reflecting even my pure white hair in red.

‘By the way, when exactly did I bring them here?’

‘I don’t remember.’

While continuing that thought, the doorbell rang.

The man tried to scream, but perhaps because severing his vocal cords was the right answer, he couldn’t make a sound.

After turning him into minced meat, I quickly drained the blood down the drain and rolled up the bodies into small balls, making sure as little form as possible remained.

Then I casually threw an unused rag over them.

A slight smell remained, but since it wasn’t visible, it probably wouldn’t be a problem.

Before opening the door, I looked through the peephole, and I saw a familiar face.

It was  Hye-yeon.

I removed the bloodstains from my uniform, threw it roughly into the bathroom, and closed the door again.

I had the window open, but I’m not sure if the smell of blood has dissipated.

I wondered if she’d leave, but she rang the doorbell again.

It seemed she was prepared to camp out in front of my door.

She didn’t disappear even after I rubbed my eyes.

I should either quit the drugs or just die, but dying would be much easier.

Anyway, I opened the door.

“…Why did you come?”

“T-Tomorrow is the tournament… you.”

As far as I know, the tournament is a week away.

I definitely met and talked with Seo-jun last night.

Hye-yeon’s expression crumples slightly.

Is the smell still lingering?

Her expression looks slightly angry, and it feels like she’s staring at the room I’m blocking with my hand.

There’s definitely nothing there.

“You.”

“Why do you look like that?”

“You’re not stuttering.”

Instead of an answer, she grabs my wrist.

 Hye-yeon puts the box of cookies she was holding somewhere in the air and starts leading me away.

I close the door with the blood flowing from my wrist.

Blood.🩸

‘There shouldn’t be any.’

Looking at my wrist again, blood is steadily flowing.

For some reason, I feel tired.