That night, I couldn't see clearly what was happening. Only a few pieces of glass and a knife clutched in my hand, and red liquid.
"No... Uncle!"
In an instant, I woke up to the sound of the school bell ending the school day. There, I only saw my friend's bag displayed on my desk.
I was just a 17-year-old Russian guy with orange hair and eyes like carrots─── or at least that's how they described me.
Not to mention, I usually wore my pride and joy, a Russian hat with a red star emblem.
"Why did this delinquent kid put
his bag on my desk? It's just annoying."
—Sret
I grabbed my bag and left the classroom, only to hear the commotion. I plugged my ears, hoping things would calm down. But it only brought more noise.
I went to the source of the noise, but it was just my usual route. So it wasn't because I wanted to see, obviously not.
I suspected there had been an accident or a fight or something like that.
It turned out that I only saw an Asian transfer student with black hair and white skin like a corpse.
"Pathetic."
I suddenly whispered in the distance. That woman was stupid, why did she come to school when it was already time to go home?
"Excuse me!"
The man in a black cloak and high school uniform bumped into me like an invisible rock, Frederick.
"There's a beautiful woman, get out of my way, mate!"
I turned and glared at him.
"What the hell?" I replied.
"Idiot, you forgot your bag on my desk." I replied in an annoyed and lazy tone.
"What? I didn't hear you," replied the cheeky boy (Frederick).
I ignored him and left the area.
It was getting dark and my house was still far away. Sometimes I wondered why I was going home if no one was waiting for me.
There was still time, so I decided to look for a snack before it got completely dark.
I changed my route and took the opposite road. Be different, I said to myself. However, this city wasn't as busy as the city I used to live in. Even though my purpose for coming here wasn't to find a snack,
—Sreengg
My head, a replica, a memory that hadn't happened yet. It hurt.
That woman. Was she going to kill herself? Not in the river. On the riverbank. I ran quickly towards the wave that my brain was projecting.
There!!
"Stop!" I pulled the woman away from the riverbank where she was about to place herself. The surroundings were quite foggy, so no matter how hard I shouted for help.
No one answered.
"Hey you!! Stupid woman." I pulled her with all my strength, so she fell into my arms. I pulled her and clutched her body with tears streaming down my face, unconscious.
I wiped my tears and looked at the woman with jet-black hair and pale, corpse-like skin.
"You are, the child. That's all." I tried to calm my voice, which was trembling like a grasshopper's.
"Why did you try to kill yourself? Are you insane? I don't know what problems you're having, but you're really stupid!"
I shouted in fear, afraid that someone else would die in front of my eyes. The woman was silent, as if she was gathering her words.
"I said answer me!" I snapped and raised my voice firmly.
However, something was strange. She just stood there and glared at me, turning the situation around by putting her arms around my shoulders.
"What the hell!?" I pushed her hands away, but she just held me tighter.
She pushed me to the edge of the river where there was a small bridge that connected to the city.
This woman is completely insane...
Her strength surpasses that of an ordinary girl. No, her aura says she is not an ordinary girl...
For some reason, I didn't pay attention to it, but its blood-red eyes glowed brightly as the moon approached fullness. It started doing strange things to me.
It tore my school uniform and targeted my neck.
"Get lost, you slut!" I pushed it away and kicked it hard, shouting loudly.
My efforts were not in vain, but no one came to help me. What a terrible day. After running towards the bridge on the edge, I returned home with my uniform torn and my trousers covered in mud.
Disgusting, why is my day filled with misfortune?
First, I saw something I shouldn't have seen.
Second, a girl or woman from my school is a lewd woman.
"Disgusting." I said it while eating instant noodles and watching a boring, politically charged television programme.
That night was an unpleasant one.
Finally, I got up from the sofa and hurried to bed. Without taking off my uniform and Russian hat. Even though the lights were off. I always felt like someone was watching me.
Then it was morning, with the same routine and boring activities. Not wanting to be late, I moved my body sluggishly and lazily. Towards the bathroom.
"School everyday, everyweek. Every single year." I complained even though i still brush my teeth with the toothpaste. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I imagined the unpleasant events of that night.
I vomited as I imagined her hands grabbing my body and tearing most of my uniform. I felt disgusted with myself, it was very painful.
In an instant, my whole body felt uncomfortable, and I decided to stay home and not care about school the next day. Women like that should be destroyed immediately.
They only use their beauty to seduce handsome men and then take advantage of them, but she had gone too far.
I hadn't even spent half an hour trying to calm my mind when Frederick, that cheeky boy, called me. Even though it was the first lesson of the day.
I answered the phone, hoping he would ask me a question.
"What?" I asked.
"Hey mate, you really have to see this!" Frederick replied.
"Homework?" I asked bluntly.
"No, idiot, the new girl. She's in our class, you have to see her right now, Tom!" he shouted into the phone.
I immediately hung up and covered my ears. I didn't want to listen to his nonsense. I moved away from the phone and sat on the edge of my bed.
I tried to remember the events of the previous night and what her hidden motives were. Lust, or was she just crazy?
However, the gleam in her eyes on that hot night was enough to show that she wasn't just crazy. Especially with the power she possessed.
I tried to find answers by flipping through the books in my room. However, there was no subject that explained how a woman could possess strength ten times greater than a man's.
The reason I was looking for this book wasn't just to find answers about that woman; I still had my nerves with Frederick.
Even though he was a female player, how could he not ask about the condition or news of his own friend?