"Tch, what a bunch of weaklings. Throwing up over this?"

The bald thug pinched his nose in disgust and turned away. Aizawa quickly nodded, waving his gun at a few people and barking, "You! And you! Clean this up! Didn't you learn anything in school? Throwing up wherever you please. Have some decency!"

The two quickly cleaned the floor. Meanwhile, Megumi Katou, who had just finished re-bandaging the bald man's leg, nervously returned to her corner.

She had thought that after Youko's betrayal, the thugs would beat her or worse. But to her surprise, the bald man only gave her a deep, unreadable look and then waved her off.

Still, Megumi's heart was far from calm. Youko's betrayal had removed the last bit of hesitation in the thugs. Knowing now that no police rescue was coming, the two killers lounged lazily on the sofa, clearly in no rush to leave.

"What an idiot," Megumi muttered bitterly, glancing at the bloodstains on the floor. Youko's and Yuito Aikawa's bodies had long since been dragged away.

Megumi felt deeply uneasy, and more than that, helpless. Things had spiraled completely beyond her control. Worse still, Tomoya Aki sat beside her with his face buried in his knees, completely withdrawn, offering no one to talk to or strategize with.

Just then, Aizawa, patting his belly, whispered something into the bald thug's ear. His eyes never left the huddled group of girls, and his expression twisted into something sickeningly perverse.

The bald man leaned back, frowning. "It's still early. Can't you hold it until night?"

Aizawa glared at him, grumbling, "I've held back for almost five years. I can't wait anymore. With monsters everywhere, I could die at any time. That'd be a hell of a way to go."

"Can you not say disgusting things?"

The bald man cracked his neck and rolled his eyes. "Fine, go, but make it quick. I can't keep them all in line by myself."

Aizawa lit up instantly, bowing repeatedly. "Thanks, Boss! I knew you'd have my back. If there's a next life, I'm sticking with you again."

"Shut up with that crap! Bad omen. Move! Don't keep me waiting."

"Got it!" Aizawa beamed and walked straight toward the terrified girls.

The girls' faces turned pale as they instinctively looked to the grade director, their eyes pleading for help.

Seeing Aizawa reach for one of them, the grade director, who had cowered until now, finally found his courage. He ran over and desperately grabbed Aizawa's arm. "Please! Please don't touch my students! I have money. I can give you money! I've been teaching for years. I've saved up. Two million, no, three million yen!"

"Smack!"

Aizawa backhanded him across the face, sending him sprawling to the floor. He kicked him hard twice and snarled, "Screw your money! Do I look like I've never seen cash before?"

He turned back to the girls, grinning wickedly.

Suddenly, the middle-aged female teacher stepped forward, forcing a calm smile. "Please, take me instead. They're just children. I learned posture training when I was young. I won't disappoint you."

Aizawa didn't even look at her. He shoved her aside and spat on the floor. "You? You look like dried tree bark. Get out of my sight."

Without hesitation, Aizawa grabbed a girl like a hawk snatching a chick.

"What are you doing?! Let me go! Let me go!"

The girl panicked, struggling desperately, but Aizawa slung her over his shoulder as she screamed. No one dared stop him. The grade director pounded the floor, weeping bitterly. "This is monstrous! Absolutely monstrous!"

Megumi couldn't watch any longer. She stood up and shouted at the bald man, "You promised you wouldn't hurt us! You're breaking your word!"

"I kept my word. That's why you're still alive."

The bald man raised his gun, aiming it coldly at Megumi. "I only promised to spare you. I never said I wouldn't touch the others. Stop testing my patience. You push me again, I'll kill you next."

"Megumi! Stop! He's serious! He'll kill you!" Tomoya Aki tugged on her sleeve in panic, but Megumi angrily shook him off, refusing to even look at him.

Her chest tightened. She thought back to when everyone had confronted Yuito Aikawa.

Why weren't they afraid then?

Was it because they knew Yuito wouldn't kill? Because Yuito didn't have a gun?

Or maybe both?

A thousand questions flashed through Megumi's mind.

She suddenly hated herself hated that she didn't have a gun. Hated that she didn't dare to be the first to fight back.

"I'll kill you!"

Suddenly, the male teacher who had clashed with Yuito before charged forward, gripping a kitchen knife tightly in his hand.

But Aizawa was ready. He swiftly pulled out his gun.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out. The male teacher, still clutching his knife, collapsed to the floor, a bullet hole in the back of his head.

"All of you! On your knees, hands over your heads! Anyone stands, I'll blow their brains out! Move!"

The bald man roared as he aimed at the crowd. No one doubted he would follow through. A few boys who had been ready to resist looked at the growing pool of blood and the lifeless body, their bodies trembling as they slowly knelt down again.

"That's more like it."

The bald man spun his gun in his hand, grinning. "We don't want to kill anyone. As long as you cooperate, no one else has to die. Just let them have a little chat upstairs. They'll live."

The girl's desperate cries echoed from the second-floor hallway, gradually fading, but her screams continued to linger in everyone's minds.

A suffocating despair engulfed the room.

...

In the second-floor bedroom, Aizawa kicked open the door, still carrying the girl. He tossed her onto the bed as she shrieked and tried to escape, but he grabbed her hair and pinned her down, laughing maniacally as he began tearing at her skirt.

Just then.

A cold blade plunged into the back of Aizawa's neck, piercing straight through and exiting from his throat.

"Urgh."

His sick laughter halted instantly. His gaze dropped, stunned, to the icy blade now pressing against his chin, dark red blood dripping from the blade's tip.

A chilling voice exploded in his ear.

"Do you think this is something a human would do? Don't think women are easy prey."

The blade slowly slid out, its edge slicing his throat cleanly.

Swish!

The sound of the blade returning to its sheath.

Aizawa's throat immediately gushed blood, his body convulsing violently. He instinctively clutched his throat, trying desperately to stop the bleeding, but blood poured relentlessly through his fingers.

The girl on the bed stared in shock, her eyes wide, frozen even as blood splattered across her body.

Her gaze followed the departing figure to the door.

The woman paused, her side profile illuminated faintly by the light.

Long, flowing violet hair.

Calm, piercing eyes beneath elegant brows.

A perfectly shaped nose and delicate lips.

"She's... so beautiful."

Even the girl couldn't help but be captivated.

Her mind searched for words but found none. The girl in front of her had a dangerous, enchanting beauty, like a blooming violet flower seemingly fragile, yet her upright posture radiated strength. Fear and admiration intertwined.

Aizawa, who moments ago had been a vicious monster, now writhed like a dying insect on the bed, gasping hoarsely.

"Want to know how it feels to kill your enemy? There's a knife on his belt."

The girl stared blankly as the violet-haired woman disappeared into the hallway.

She slowly reached out, grabbed the knife from Aizawa's waist, and a deep, consuming hatred filled her eyes.

She lunged forward and plunged the blade into his face without hesitation.

"Ahhh!!"

Screaming, she stabbed him again and again, venting her terror, her rage, her despair.

Each thrust came with another scream. Each stab deeper than the last. Until Aizawa's face was nothing but unrecognizable flesh, until her own body and face were drenched in blood.

But she didn't care.

She kept stabbing.

Again.

And again.

And again...

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