"You know, Akira-kun," she whispered from the other side of a locked door, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness, "I just wanted to be your number one. Your only one. But you kept talking to other people. Laughing with them. Don't you know? Friends are just enemies who haven't betrayed you yet."
Because sometimes, the best way to end a horror story is not with a chase or a fight, but with a hand extended in the dark. Saiko no sutoka
Akira woke up in his own bed, drenched in sweat, the morning light warm on his face. For a moment, he thought it had all been a dream. Then he looked at his nightstand. "You know, Akira-kun," she whispered from the other
Akira smiled faintly and tucked the note into his drawer. He didn't know if she was real, or a ghost, or a fragment of his own lonely heart. But he decided that from now on, he would be kinder. To strangers. To classmates. To the girl who sat alone in the back of the classroom, drawing hearts in the margins of her notebook. Laughing with them
The first time she cornered him in the science lab, Akira didn't run. He stood still. He closed his eyes. He stopped breathing. The room fell into a profound, absolute silence. No footsteps. No humming. No knife scraping against the wall.