Honestly, I thought I'd finally scored the easy life.
A cushy job as an academy professor. An appearance that practically screamed trustworthy citizen. All of it just… dropped into my lap when I woke up in this body.
"Hello, Professor!"
"Good morning," I said with a polite nod, looking every inch the reliable educator.
The campus was bright, the students cheerful. A perfectly peaceful morning.
And then—
[So… when are we killing again, Brother? It's been a while.]
Ah. Fantastic.
There goes my mood.
"Please," I muttered, still smiling at passing students, "just a little longer."
[You promised. You said you'd personally find our next target.]
"Yeah, about that…" I sighed. "Maybe I was… exaggerating."
What I'd thought was a clever stalling tactic had basically turned into handing myself a Death Note.
But I'm only renting this body. And the landlord?
A serial killer.
Right.
Tenants can't exactly tell the landlord to shove it. Especially when the landlord is the type to decorate rooms with corpses.
You disturbingly hardworking murderer.
[I can hear every word of that, Brother.]
Good.
I meant every single syllable.